#Cain was his fail safe

[unfried-mouth-wheat]

What if Cain is the one who betrays Belos and Hunter remains loyal?

Belos would have never accounted for this. But he's quick, and can twist near any situation to his benefit. Deprive Cain of his means to control his curse then lock him up. Bring Hunter to the cell, show him what happens when you give into wild magic. See how your brother cries, Hunter? See how his own body has turned against him? His curse is eating him from the inside out. This, this is what wild magic does. You're all I have left, Hunter. My only family. Help me. Stay with me, and help me find a cure for your brother.

Let me save him.

[seonghwaddict]

to taint your soul — choi san

in which apparently even the daughter of an exorcist is not safe from the corruption of an incubus.

incubus!choi san x exorcist’s daughter!fem!reader. genre. smut, angst, southern gothic vibes. warnings. barely any plot, religious themes, religious guilt, swearing, explicit sexual content mdni, corruption, loss of virginity, masturbation (f.), referenced dacryphilia, fingering, referenced oral (f.), manhandling?, multiple orgasms, rough and gentle, big dick!san, creampie, marking, nicknames (angel, pretty girl, sweet girl, sweetheart). wc. 7.3k. rating. mature.

lilo’s notes. i should do more mythological characters!ateez cuz i enjoyed writing this and the lamb and the wolf. the demonology book/text here is partially from The Encylopedia of Demons and Demonology by Rosemary Ellen Guiley, but i made up some parts for the sake of the story. THIS FIC DOES NOT REPRESENT ANY OF MY OPINIONS AND I DO NOT INTEND TO OFFEND ANYONE.

listening to. burning desire, lana del rey // gibson girl, ethel cain // lilies, ethel cain & mercy necromancy // ptolemaea, ethel cain // heaven, taemin

masterlist.

you were cursed from the moment you were born.

the idea of being cursed or haunted by anything isn’t one you think about often, considering yourself protected by your father’s profession. at least one dusty bible on every bookshelf in the colonial monstrosity that is your home and crucifixes hung all around, it seems to be common sense that an exorcist’s home would be the safest place to hide from the dark.

unaware of it all, you used to let yourself be tucked into your lace-trimmed bedsheets as he pulled you to sleep with stories. tales of fallen angels and possessed souls became the lullabies of your childhood. admittedly, you were quite terrified of it all, but as you grew older and wiser, you realised there was no way they could get to you. but really, it was wishful thinking.

you weren’t aware of who your father used to be, nor were you aware of the debt he owed to a particular demon.

the dreams started the night after your twentieth birthday, vivid and unsettling. a man haunted them, equally as terrifying as he was handsome. tall and clad in dark silks, his whispered words and hungry eyes intrigued you. his touch, though a figment of your imagination, sent shivers down your spine, foreign yet infinitely alluring. you’d wake up with a jolt, panting, flushed cheeks and tingling skin as the dream stuck to you like cobwebs. your father passed the repeated dreams off as nightmares and you failed to notice the flash of fear cross his features.

one night, however, you were changing in your room. dimly illuminated by multiple candles you set around since you didn’t like how bright the large chandelier was, you held a dress in each of your hands, standing in front of the mirror as you held the clothing to your body in an attempt to figure out what to wear. you didn’t notice at first, but a figure lurked in the shadows of the bedroom. you didn’t notice the shift in the atmosphere or the flicker of the candles.

but soon, a soft sigh sounded through the room, so soft it could’ve been mistake for a whistling breeze outside your window. goosebumps prickled at your skin as you tensed, refusing to move at the oddly human sound. staring at yourself in the mirror intently, you caught a glimpse of a familiar face in the reflection of your mirror. your breath hitched as you fixed your eyes on him, afraid that if you blinked, he’d disappear.

you watched him. watched him take slow steps towards you as he smirked at the sight of your wide, fearful yet infinitely pure and innocent eyes. you convinced yourself you were hallucinating, the disturbingly realistic sounds of his footsteps as much of a figment of imagination as his being. but as he stood right behind you, a coldness swept over your skin and you flinched as his breath fanned against your bare shoulder. whipping around in surprise, you yelped softly at the sensation. but he was gone, and you were alone. breath erratic and eyes stinging, you scrambled to move a wooden cross stand from the top of your dresser to your bedside table.

after that you grew paranoid, always looking over your shoulder, sleeping with at least two safe and reliable candles lit. each time you walked through the hallways of your own home, you kept your gaze fixed on the ground, refusing to look at the portraits lining the dark walls as you thought they were watching you. the tiniest of sounds made you flinch and break a sweat, squeezing your eyes shut and muttering prayers, only to find out the sound came from either of your parents.

the constant state of fear and anxiety left you tired, deciding if your father wasn’t going to do anything about it, you would. on quiet feet, you crept through the halls at noon (you were too scared to go to that room at night), a rosary wrapped around your hand with a dainty little cross hanging from your clenched palm.

you father really was a well-known exorcist, often to go on trips within and beyond the country to treat what doctors couldn’t; demonic possessions. as a symbol of his successes and a means to prevent others from coming in contact with whatever a demon may have attached itself to, he brought home trophies and locked them in a little storage room in the basement. of course, he took many precautions—crucifixes all over the inside and outside, sprinkles of holy water here and there, he’d have your local priest come over and bless the area himself. despite all this, you never once stepped in, partially because your father advised you not to, mostly because you were completely and utterly terrified.

as you descended the creaking wooden stairs, a chill ran through you, the hairs at your nape standing in alert. maybe you were scaring yourself more than the room scared you. the dust tickled your nostrils, making you force down a sneeze as you cleared your throat. the wooden floorboards extended into a narrow hallway, lined by cobblestone walls. you rarely came down, in fact, you couldn’t remember the last time you were there, the surroundings seeming so foreign. there were only two doors, one leading to a storage closet and the other to a slightly scarier storage closet.

you stared up at the ominous door, standing tall and intimidating, a golden cross embossed right in the centra, doorknob dark and rusted. with shaky hands, you fished a copper from the hidden pocket of your plaid gown. it half-hearted a few sloppy attempts until you got the key in, squeezing your eyes shut as you force yourself to finally turn it.

another chill ran through your body as you push the door open weakly, cracking an eye open to look inside. had you come at night, you wouldn’t have been able to see anything, the only source of light being an elongated shirt window lining the top of the right wall, an inch below the ceiling. three shelves. one on the right, one of the left, and one down the middle of the room. the middle and left one were lined with various objects. you walked between them, looking but not daring to touch. the objects were quite diverse, you realised. dolls, clocks, little statues.

you took your time to get to the shelf you needed. along with these objects, you father also locked away any books he had that were related to demons in any way. most of them were confiscated from cults, some of their were from his personal collection. he claimed they were to protect you, and you didn’t completely disbelieve him. taking a deep breath before letting it out in a sigh, looking at all the titles. your fingertips ran over their leather bound spines, feeling the wrinkles and grooves. you knew there would be a lot, but as you looked upon the entire shelf, you estimated a good hundred-fifty books.

he organised them by categories. summoning, excommunication, identifying. identifying. that’s what you needed. you took a closer look at the section, nervousness fading briefly to be replaced by a faint taste of hope.

the encyclopaedia of demons and demonology.

deciding there had to be something in there, you pulled it out. the book itself was simple, bound in black leather. the cover was nothing special, just the title and author. by the looks of it, you’d be here for a while, seemingly at least three hundred pages long. you looked around the dark room, a small wooden desk was tucked into the corner though not a chair in sight. with a soft sigh, you walked over on weak knees, apprehensive about what you’d find in the book.

despite your father’s profession and all the bedtime stories, you never came in contact with demons or the spirit world. setting the book on the desk, you opened it to the index, having to squint to make out the text. but the next time you lifted your eyes off the page, a brass candle holder was tucked into the corner of the table.

you blinked. there was no way that was there before, but maybe you had just missed it. the pale yellow candle stood half melted, the hardened wax forming veins that ran down the sides and pooled in the brass bowl.

you held your breath momentarily before beginning to read through the a to z list of demons and other dark entities and their descriptions. you only skimmed, lingering on any that mentioned appearing in nightmares only to dismiss them when the rest of their descriptions didn’t match with your experience. surprised by just how much there was to read, you felt just a little curious, occasionally stopping to read extracts that had piqued your interest. it wasn’t until you got all the way to section i where something actually seemed to be helpful.

‘incubus—a lewd male demon who pursues women for sex. the incubus and his female counterpart, the succubus, visit women and men in their sleep, lie and press heavily upon them, and seduce them.’

you nearly missed it, continuing your skimming until the description registered, scrambling to turn back the page and reread it.

“oh.” you breathed at the realisation. that seemed to be the most accurate thus far, your finger tracing over the name as you furrowed your eyebrows and continued reading. the next paragraphs detailed how they’re conjured and where the name came from. you read some more.

‘incubi are especially attracted to women with beautiful hair, young virgins, chaste widows, and all “devout” females. nuns are among the most vulnerable and could be molested in the confessional as well as in bed. while the majority of women are forced into sex by the incubi, some of them submit willingly and even enjoy the act. it once was a common belief that women were more likely than men to be the sexual victims of demons, because women were inferior to men and less able to resist temptation.

incubi have enormous phalluses that—’

slamming the book shut, your eyes widened and a deep blush settled over your features, just staring at the cover for a moment as you collected yourself from the sudden vulgarity of the writing. after a moment, you cleared your throat and reopened the page, strategically skipping over the next paragraphs that detailed accounts of intercourse with such a demon.

‘an incubus may form attachments to those whose minds are occupied with dark and inherently sexual desires, those that are impure. one also can be summoned for coital gratifications, or a deal in which one’s first born is ommonly offered to repay their sevices (see: dealing with the demons, page 218).’

but that couldn’t be right. you always made sure to be a good girl, always helped at home. you volunteered to read to children at a local orphanage, always helped with charities and donations, always assisted people where you knew you could, stayed soft spoken and always began your requests with please and ended them with thank you. you kept to yourself most of the time, would never dare to raise your voice at anyone, never had any romantic interest, let alone sexual ones.

admittedly, the dreams involving the man— the demon had you waking up with an uncomfortable stickiness between your thighs. but before that, you never indulged. after that, you never indulged either, instead jumping from your bed and taking an ice could bath to calm yourself from the strange feeling. the temptations were always there and were always strong, but your want to be immaculate was stronger. to be free of sin.

a deal in which one’s first born is offered.

it seemed impossible, almost. you knew your father was a righteous man and your mother a pure woman. but where your mother happily shared stories of her childhood as heart-warming anecdotes, your father only dropped tidbits of his memories despite considering you two to be extremely close. you always chalked it up to him being a little boring or generally not very open. but maybe there was more to it…

“there you go, sweetheart.”

you nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound of his voice, pushing the book away from you as you turned around a little too quickly, your knee knocking against the edge of the table.

there he stood, barely illuminated by the singular window as he took slow steps towards you much like the other day.

“so, you’ve finally figured it out, huh?”

each time he took a step, his muscles visible through the loose black silk, you inched away until the top of your thigh hit the wooden table, your hands bracing themselves on it to keep you from collapsing in fear. the closer he got, the more you realised just how attractive he was. broad-shouldered and radiating confidence, his feline eyes roamed over your figure. depite wearing a white gown that reached all the way down to your ankles, you felt so exposed.

tongue swiping along his bottom lip, drawing your attention to the action. he towered over you, making you feel weak and small as he trapped you against the table. your heart pounded against your ribcage and you feared it would break free and fall into his hands, unsure if the warmth on your cheeks and ump in your throat came from how utterly petrified you were or the way his breath fanned over your face like a whisper.

“your dearest father isn’t who he says he is,” he pouted mockingly, coming to a stop inches in front of you, letting his gaze settle on your quivering lips for a moment, “and me? well, you know what i am. and you also know we can have lots of fun if you allow it.”

your lips parted to speak but no words came out, instead opting to press them into a thin line and squeezing your eyes shut as you shook your head. you weren’t completely sure why you wer shaking your head, but if it would stop the incubus from tainting you, it was worth a try.

“don’t kid yourself, princess. i can smell how wet you are.” as if to emphasise his point, he inhaled deeply, leaning forward to ghost his nose over the slope of your neck without touching you.

it wasn’t until he said it that you notice you had been squeezing your thighs together, feeling warm all over and you stomach twisted in knots at the sound of his deep voice. something ached in your lower regions, but you tried your hardest to resist the thoughts.

but a little voice in the back of your head urged you to tilt your head back, to give him permission, to let his hands explore your untouched body. maybe just this once you could allow yourself to give in, to let your knees go weak and worry about begging for forgiveness later.

“all you have to do is drop the rosary.”

you gripped it tighter at the reminder of the protective object tangled between your fingers, fighting to keep your sanity intact. your breath hitched as you felt one of his fingers run along the beads, not daring to come close to the little silver cross or your skin.

“c’mon, pretty girl. drop it,” you heard the smirk in his voice, “let it go and i’ll take good care of you, i can make you feel things you’ve never thought of… i can make you feel alive, wouldn’t you love that? don’t you want to feel the desire? taste the lust?”

“n-no,” you gasped finally, finding your words, “it’s not right.“

he laughed, a low rumble from his chest, “i promise you’ll love being ruined by me,” he said, withdrawing his hand from yours, “i swear to all your precious little holy symbols, i know i can get you to want me.”

he moved closer and for a maddening moment you thought he was going to kiss you. faintly, you wanted him to. to feel the push of his lips against yours, to let his hands snake around your waist or grip your hips to pull you closer. there’s a ring on his index finger, you noticed, silvery and sharp, a symbol you didn’t recognise yet imagine him pressing it against your throat, branding your neck anew until it’s red and faithful. and maybe you crave for him to undo all the things in you that are holy.

“just drop it, pretty,” his breath teased your lips and you almost leaned forward in curiosity, wanting to see how just one kiss would feel, “i know you’re a good girl.”

those words. they’re almost enough for you to give in. how did he know those would strike a nerve, hit you where he knew it would work? not only did all your efforts ultimately lead to the same goal—purity, goodness—but you couldn’t deny the satisfaction you felt from reassurance. if you were an animal, you’d strive to be the priest’s favourite sacrificial lamb. to hold so very still and to bleed so prettily when the knife final comes down, to be reborn and be chosen all over again.

“don’t you get it?” he whispered, “i live inside you the same way you’re bound to live inside me. we’re a moebius strip, a never ending cycle of a snake eating it’s own tail. maybe it will end in destruction, but that’s your dear father’s doing. mutually assured destruction, maybe; you say yes, i’ll ruin you for everyone else, blacken the wool of your fur coat. you say no to me, i will suffer the consequences of not fulfilling a deal. you wouldn’t want someone to suffer because of you, hm?”

your grip on the rosary loosened and let your eyes finally flutter open. from this proximity, you could see every detail of his face and the image seared into your mind.

something in his eyes darkened as his lips curled, a playful smile, a predatory grin. the way he looked at you made you want to combust into flames, to fall to your knees, you skin rubbed raw on the ground as you beg him to make you feel.

“you don’t look so innocent anymore, you know? you’re docile and sweet, yes, but you’re not as pure as you think you are, there’s a little dirt in your pristine heart, a little lustful stain you can’t erase.”

“y-you’re wrong!” you protested, trying to convince yourself he was lying, “i’m good and i’ve always been good and i always will be good and i will not for the devil’s influence.”

“oh, but i’m not,” he pouted mockingly, moving his head back just an inch, looking down at you, “you’re practically shaking, so close to giving in… you’re the most pious girl here, yet you’re so close to sin, so close to me.”

you opened your mouth to continue your protests but flinched as you heard familiar heavy footsteps, looking up at the little window to see the familiar boots of your father about to enter the house after a long day of work. he was out, casting out malicious spirits and demons, and here you were, about to let one deflower you. the realisation seemingly made you come back to your senses, clenching the roary in your hand once more and looking for a way past him.

but… what would you even do afterwards? confront your father, the town’s devout exorcist, for making deals with the incubus in front of you? would he call you crazy, deny everything and treat you like just another one of his clients?

the footsteps were now above you, you could faintly hear him saying something to your mother though you couldn’t quite make out what it was. you’d never been as afraid of anything as you were of your own father, standing right above you, acting like he hadn’t damned you from the day you were conceived.

as if he could read your thoughts, could sense your panic that was completely unrelated to him, the incubus stepped back. his face was unreadable as his glazed over eyes fixated on you.

“don’t worry, sweet girl, i can wait. the longer you resist, the better it’ll feel when you finally surrender,” he gave you a small smile, different from the previous grins and smirks, as he nodded towards the window, “go.”

you could’ve run away the moment he stepped back, yet you didn’t move until he gave you the permission. you didn’t dwell on that fact as you slipped past him and reached up, shaky hands undoing the latch and opening outwards. you attempted to climb up, your arms burning as you tried lifting yourself, only to give up, panting softly from the effort.

“let me help you.” his voice offered, prompting you to look back at him. the seductive glint in his eyes was no longer there, taking a small step forward. “just… put it down, i promise i’ll help you and leave.”

you stared at him for a long moment. there was something so different in the way he looked at you now, suddenly soft and with good intentions. the voice of your father calling your name snapped you out of your stupor, nodding hurridely as you placed the rosary on the grass outside carefully before turning to look at him.

he gestured for you to turn away, your hands finding your hips as you did. the contact made you breath hitched, despite your layers of clothing between your curves and his hands, your stomach tickled with swarming butterflies as he lifted you up. the heat of his body behind yours distracted you for a moment, taken aback at how real he felt, how human he felt, even as he lifted you with ease.

you braced your forearms on the ground, pulling yourself up the rest of the way as he spoke.

“whisper my name three times, and i’ll be summoned wherever you are, ready to fulfill your needs.”

you stayed quiet for a moment, just sitting on the ground as you looked down at him, now able to see his full face clearning from his proximity to the window. “what’s your name?”

“san,” he smiled, “choi san.”

you loked away, up at your house as your father’s concerned voice called out your name again. “i should get going, but–,” you looked down to thank him, only to find an empty room and a sealed window. your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, voiced trailing off, “thank you…”

the first time you touched yourself, it was san you were thinking about.

late at night, your parents fast asleep, a storm ragin outside, but all you could do was think about him. you tried, you really did. you tried to go back in the house and pretend everything was fine, that you had just been on a walk and your flushed face was from the excercise. secretely, all you could think about was him. how you wanted him to show up again—wanted him to make your breath hitch and your heart jump. wanted him to soothe whatever it was that ached inside you; the burn in the pit of your stomach, the spot where your waist met your hips, but most of all between your legs, were it had never ached like this before.

you excused yourself from dinner earlier, went to bed, and tried so desperately to fall asleep. whether it was to forget about it all, or to meet him in your dreams again, you couldn’t tell. you really tried, but haunting thoughts of how his hands held onto you rolled into your mind with images of all the things he could do to you. the raspy lilt of his voice, sometimes soft, sometimes commanding in a way that made your limbs feel like jello at the mere thought of it. his sharp eyes and sharp jaw and such tempting lips. he could have a kind face if he wanted to, yet his toned body, visible and obvious despite trying to hide behind his clothing, screamed sex appeal.

flashes from your previous dreams raced through your mind too. fragments of images where you could feel his hands all over you, his dark hair sticking to his sweat forehead, eyes rolled back from the pleasure he gave himself while you were forced to watch. you never quite gave in in the dreams either.

you tossed and turned in your bed, thighs pressed together so tight you worried you’d have long bruises down your inner thighs the next morning. the new feeling felt much too large for your fragile mind, overwhelming you, making your loose clothes feel suffocating. it wouldn’t leave you alone, wouldn’t let you sleep. mostly because you didn’t want to give the feeling a name, you refused to speak its name, even in your mind, even if it could identify this feeling.

pent-up and strained, coiled into yourself in a foetal position, you could only roll onto your back and let your hand trail down your body, hiking up the long skirt of your nightgown before letting your fingers dip between your thighs, spread at the knees. you let out a shaky gasp as you felt the wetness pooled beneath your undergarments, clamping your other hand over your lips. after feeling around experimentally, your fingers found a quick pace, rubbing over your clit, more desperate than they had ever been. your hand muffled your gasped out moans and whimpers, tears pricking at your eyes—partly from the guilt, mostly from the pleasure. you felt your heart beat all over your body, most of all right below your moistened fingertips.

shaky breaths and muffled needy cries were covered by both your hand and the storm outside your window. if hurts a little, your clit swelling as more and more slick coats it and the knot in your stomach grows tighter and tighter. but you don’t mind the pain, you think you deserve it, because after all, it’s forbidden and it’s not supposed to feel good. san is not supposed to make you feel so good. a demon was the one thing that wasn’t supposed to be on your mind, especially not in this way.

the thought of him made your hand move faster and suddenly your breath was stuttering and your core pulse as you finish quickly, biting down on your lip, hard enough to cut through the skin, to muffle your cries. when you came down from your high, you lay there for a few moments longer, heart racing as you glance at the door to make sure it was still closed. and when you realised what you had just done, shame clouded your lungs as you slipped your fingers out of your panties and raised them to your face.

your hands came away sticky. transparents webs of your pleasure linking your index and middle fingers together as you stared in horror before finally collecting yourself and jumping from your bed to scrub the sin from your hands in your bathroom.

you scrubbed until your fingers turned red and your palms raw, losing sensation from the ice cold water, the guilt sinking deeper and deeper the longer you took to cleanse your body. you hadn’t noticed the tears running down your cheeks until you stared at yourself in the mirror, sniffling and glossy-eyed. your body might be clean, but were you? if you wanted to be immaculate, how could you let yourself do such a thing?

it was his fault, really. him and his midnight eyes and electric touches and words that would drive you to madness, damnation.

you changed your panties and nightgown, burying them in your laundry basket as if you were burying the evidence of a crime. once done, you wanted nothing more than to sink into your bed and fall asleep. but as you stared at what you once thought was comforting, you could only think about your soft whimpers and shaking thighs. so you stripped your bed naked to decorate it anew with clean sheets and blankets and pillows, shoving the previous ones under your bed before finally falling into a deep sleep.

shame followed you like a pest for the next days, unable to properly smile because all you could think about was what you had done. and what you wanted to do. a heavy melancholy washed over you in these days, confining yourself to your room when ou didn’t have to come down for meals. if your parents picked up on it, they didn’t say anything. maybe they knew. what if they know?

maybe they didn’t say anything because they knew about san. perhaps they thought it was fate, that you would give in sooner or later. despite cracking a bit, you stood by your conviction that you wouldn’t, no matter what, summon him.

but… was he really so bad? had you not seen a moment of softness when he helped you? demons were, after all, fallen angels. could it really be so impossible he still had a sprinkle of previous angeilc qualities? silently, you were thankful he hadn’t showed up on his own again. if he did, you were afraid you’d throw away all sense of faith and throw yourself into his arms, let him kiss you and lick you and suck you and bite you and everything in between.

despite all this, despite not wanting to summon him, you couldn’t deny the unsettling feeling weighing you down with each step. it had been there before—before whatever happened in the basement—dragging your seemingly heavy limbs through vacant hallways. but when he touched you, when his fingertips brushed against yours as he touched the shiny black beads of your rosary even though he didn’t mean to, when his hands lifted you into the air and helped you escape, the way he talked to you, his words and tone, that unsettling feeling had been lifted off your shoulders.

you noticed, for a brief moment, when you spent that short amount of time with him, you had no desire to think of god or rules or expectations. even if it was for a split second, it happened, and perhaps that what terrified you the most. just wanted to be, something you hadn’t been allowed for so long.

so when your parents said they’d be out late for some dinner you had no interest in attending, you paced around your room, deep in thought as your typical long nightgown tickled your ankles. millions of thoughts raced through your kind but, at the core, they were all the same. san, san, san. you felt like he had attached himself to your very soul, and you’re not quite sure how it happened.

without thinking, you stopped your pacing, glancing at the crucifix on your bedside table, a reminder. you couldn’t take it anymore, reaching out to take the wooden symbol and hide it in your closet. was it really wrong if it was still there, only trapped behind the wooden double doors, nestled between your skirts and shirts and gowns and gowns? out of sight, you felt less bad about what you were going to do.

your eyes squeezed shut and you did as he told you to, lips parting to whisper his name thrice. almost instantly, a gust of wind blew through your room and you knew there was someone else there with you. your eyes remained shut until you heard footsteps stalking towards you, his familiar voice filling the eerie silence of the room.

“hello, angel,” he grinned, borderline menacing, as he backed you up against your dresser. much like before, you were trapped, the back of your thighs pressed against the wood. only this time, you weren’t afraid, “i knew you’d give in sooner rather than later.”

you didn’t reply, didn’t know how to reply, only breathing shallowly, fingers curling into the edge of your dresser as you glanced from his eyes to his lips repeatedly.

“you need to give me permission, you know,” he chuckled, tilting his head to the side, “there are rules for deals such as these.”

“please.” you breathed, somewhere between a whisper and a needy whine as your round eyes looked up at him so desperately.

as soon as the word left you, his lips were on yours. hungry, devouring you, sucking on your bottom lip like it’s a candy as you can’t help but melt and whimper against him. his hand found your cheek, the touch surprisingly soft compared to the madness of his kisses. your heart rattled against your ribcage like a bird wanting to escape its confines. his saccharine saliva seeped into your mouth as his tongue broke past your lips, running over your teeth and the roof of your mouth as you let him do whatever he wanted.

his hands are all over you and yours are all over him, grabbing at each other because there was no way to get any closer like this. your thoughts, unlike before, are completely quiet, head empty and drunk on the sloppy kisses, mouthfuls of teeth clashing against each other. he was supposed to be gentle, he wanted to be gentle, yet now you’re pressed against the dresser and he’s kissing you hard.

it was wrong, but it felt too good. that was clear from the moment your kisses turn open-mouthed, lips clinging and tongues dancing. you shivered as both his hands held you by your hips once more, lifting you to sit on the edge of the oak furniture, caressing your hips bones through the thin fabric of your dress.

your hands rug at his shirt lightly, a silent plea for him to remove it, wanting to see and feel every inch of his divine body. he complies, separating his lips from your to reach over his shoulder and grip the silky shirt from the back, pulling it over his head, tossing it aside. your hands explore his naked torso, fingernails scratching along his skin as he loses himself in the taste of your kisses.

his hands dragged the long skirt of your gown up your legs, fingers ghosting over the supple skin of your calves and thighs before letting the cloth bunch up at your hips, winding your legs around his waist before lifting you off the dresser. you cling to him the way the thought of him cling to you for so long before this as he carries you. he lays you down gently, your head spinning as he kneeled on the edge of your bed and leaned over you, moving his lips from yours to mouth at your neck.

his hot breaths dance along your skin, across your collarbone, neck, pressing wet kisses down to the fabric covering your chest. you gasped softly as he brushed his teeth against your skin, a reminded that he could really break you if he wanted, but the feel of his lips against the curve of your neck, testing out the waters of your shoulder, made the intimidating thought vanish.

he teases the skin just above your neckline with nibbles that have you throwing your head back with soft whimpers, only encouraging him as his left hand kept one of your legs hitched up against his hips and his right undid the ribbons at the back of your dress. the fabric loosens and slips around, one sleeve falling over your shoulder slightly as he sat you up a little and pulled the dress over your head, discarding it and leaving you in your white ruffled bra and panties.

you’re dizzy, delirious with thirst—for his touch, his kisses, for everything his sharp lips could give you, for him to relieve the ache between your legs. you shiver as you’re left bare, nipples peaking through your bra, undergarments barely hiding your most precious parts. you try covering yourself with shaking arms, despite the little fabric still be there, but his hands move them aside, pulling them to rest on his bare chest. his eyelids flutter for a moment at the contact, your hands so much colder than his.

he leans back to look at your, hand at your back winding around to massage a handful of one breast, watching your breath hitch. “such a pretty girl, and all for me.”

“san…” you whimper aimlessly, your nails digging into his shoulders.

“such an angel,” he teases again, thumb circling over your clothed nipple lightly, grinning at how helpless you looked, “supposedly protected by your father, by god, yet here you are, practically begging for a demon to fuck you.”

he presses himself closer and you can feel the thick and heavy weight of his cock smudge against your core, gasping softly as you eyes roll back, his tip prodding against the fabric covering your sensitive clit. his name falls from your lips once again, like a softly uttered prayer as you back arches. he takes the opportunity to undo the clasp of your bra, slipping the item off you before continuing to tease your perked nipples, leaning down to lick and suck at them as his hips grind against yours. you weren’t sure when he took off his pants, but you didn’t quite care, not when his impressive girth covered your core so well. sometimes the tip would dip into your entrance before leaving just as quickly, your toes curling as it stretched you and your panties.

he moans into your neck, grinding against you at just the right pace, his precum smearing all over you already-drenched panties. the feeling of his tip prodding at you clit so continuously makes you come quickly, and much harder than the other night when you touched yourself. you writhe beneath him, shaking and crying out his name as your back arches from the bed.

“hm, you’re so much prettier like this, angel, succumbing and throwing away any desire of virtue,” he mutters against your jaw, having sucked dark marks onto the skin right below it, his deep melodic voice.

angel. the way he calls you that makes you shiver. how could he do that? call you an angel while plucking out the feathers of the wings you’d once had?

when he enters you, it’s slow and deliberate, leaning down to whisper into your ear as he presses your hands into the white mattress—”heaven itself could not make you feel like this.”

“i’ve never… you know…” you had admitted shyly once you came down from the first orgasm he coaxed out of you.

he only chuckled, caressing your cheek. “i know. virgins always smell the sweetest.”

you pleaded for him to be gentle, and how could he say no when you were begging so prettily? now his length is barely halfway inside you and you’re already shaking, drenched and deprived pussy squeezing him tightly as he swallows down your broken moans, holding back him own. you feel abnormally good to him, unable to remember the last time he fucked such a perfect pussy.

as he reaches previously untouched parts of you, his tip brushes against a spongey little area that has you clenching, your breath hitching followed by a gasped moan as you come again. stars flood your vision, feeling like your body was on fire as your hands tightened under his. his tongue licks up every one of your sounds, smothering you as he pulled back a bit to press against the spot some more.

your moans soon turn into soft whines, twitching from overstimulation before he fially continues to enter you. it’s a tight fit, but he bottoms out eventually.

“fuck- you take me so well, you’re so perfect.” he groans, looking down at where he can see his tip bulging through your stomach.

you never imagined just how full you would feel, the stretch burning yet somehow still pleasurable as you squirm beneath him. he doesn’t wait, retracting and fucking into you slowly, letting you feel every curve and vein of his perfect cock.

he loses track, but he thinks he’s made you finish 4 times already. he’s not surprised, virginity leaves most people sensitive, and the fact he’s been teasing you in and out of your dreams for months likely didn’t help. san revels in it though, basks in the sounds you try to hold back so desperately. he isn’t lying when he says you’re pretty, hypnotised by your face contorted in pleasure and your body, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes. they somehow still have an innocent glint in them, even as he manoeuvres you into different positions before finally easing you into your back once more.

you arousal is smeared all over yourself and him and the bedsheets. clear and sticky, glistening in the candlelight. at some point he slipped out of you to lean down and have a taste, groaning as you mewed above him. when his teeth grazed your abuser clit, you finish once again and a moment later he’s back inside you.

eventually, his hips stutter and a newfound pace takes over. “shit, angel, i’m gonna fill you up so good. would you like that?”

you can only nod frantically, brain turned to mush, jaw dropped to let out your lazy whimpers. you’ve lost track of everything but him; his touch, his voice, his influence. if you parents walked in or he disappeared, you’d only be able to lay there, completely helpless.

he never really stops, taking his time to worship your tight hole, knowing he’ll only be able to stop when he comes. though, by the looks of it, it’ll be sooner rather than later.

his groans and moans sound blissful in your ears, holding your name between his teeth with a low whimper. he spills his tick warm cum into you, the new sensation making you shake and squirm as you feel your insides being filled. another orgasm washed over you, though a little weaker, drunk on his scent and his saliva and him him him.

he kisses you, bruisingly, slipping out of yoh and letting you feel his seed seep out of your hole and run down your thighs, pussy coated in milky white. he slumps against you, detaching his lips from yours to gaze down at your barely open eyes.

it’s tiring, you can’t deny that, but it just feels so good. all your disgusting, fucked up thoughts were because of him. and now your most intimate parts will always be tainted by his hands. he calls you ‘good girl,’ yet you know you’ll never be good again.

choi san: voice like silk, touch like satin, incubus, demon. you’d think demons kill people, but your purity was his only homicide. he murdered your virginity. murderer.

but you do wish for him to kiss you again.

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[bet-on-me-13]

Danny is Cass's brother

So! Back when David Cain was making his "Perfect Weapon", he came across a complication.

Lady Shiva, the woman who was set to give him his Weapon, was pregnant with Twins.

He decided that the Spare was useless to him, and that he needed to devote all his time to the Weapon. He was about to give it up, or maybe just dispose of it, when he decided that it was fine to keep it. A Spare is still a Spare after all, if the Weapon ever failed or died, he could start from scratch.

So, Danny was raised for the first 8 years of his life as a Spare Weapon. He didn't get the same rigorous training that Cass did, as she was the main focus, but he was still trained in the basics. Even a Spare Weapon need maintenance after all.

Then, when he was 8, Cass broke into his Cell Room and ran from the Base with him. She knew that once she escaped, Danny would be the next one to suffer, so she took him as well.

Unfortunately, they got seperated somewhere in Illinois when they got caught by some of David's mercenaries.

Cass kept going, running all across the country before ending up in Gotham at 15 (1 year earlier than normal). There, she got adopted by Bruce Wayne and became the Vigilante, Orphan. She never stopped looking for her brother, but at the very least she knew that he must have escaped David Cain's men. They were focused specifically on her after all.

Cass had enlisted the help of her new Family to search for him. DNA tracking, Facial Recognition, even asking some of their Underworld Contacts for information.

Unfortunately, they had no leads. Until one day when one of their Facial Recognition Programs finally picks up on a Match.

The face of a Small Time Hero in Illinois.

...

When Danny and Cass got seperated, he ended up in Amity Park. After a few days of Wandering, he was found by Jazz, who then took him to her Parents and convinced them to Adopt him.

When Danny is 14, he is in a Lab Accident that turns him into a Halfa. Using his New Powers and Old Training, Danny manages to keep his new Family and Home safe from the Ghosts coming through the Fentons Portal. He becomes a Hero basically, even though he doesn't really want to attention.

He thanks the Ancients when he finds out about the Media Blackout Amity is Under. He guesses it's not great, but at least he is safe for now.

He continues like this until one day when he is 16, and there is a knock on the Door.

He opens it, and stands shocked when he sees his Sister. Not Jazz, the wonderful woman who took him in and taught him how to speak all those years ago. The one who has acted as his Older Sister for the past 5 years.

His Sister. His Twin. Cass.

After a moment of Shock, they simultaneously go in for a Hug and start to cry a little.

After a few minutes of calming down, Danny introduces his Sister to his bewildered Family. Cass likewise introduces her Adoptive Brother, Dick, who came along to make sure she was safe on the trip.

While Dick and the Fentons get acquainted, Danny takes Cass up to his room to talk.

She explains what happened after they got seperated, what she is doing there, and how she found him.

She tells him that she had originally come to Amity to bring him to her new Family, but she could see the love he held for the Fentons. Also the town needed its Hero.

Danny is shocked that she even found him through the Media Blackout, but not so much at the fact that she nailed his secret identity on sight. She was always observant after all.

After that, Cass and Dick stay in Amity for a few weeks so Danny and Cass can catch up. He introduces her to his friends, shows her around his parents Lab, and even let's her meet some of his kore friendly Rogues.

They are just having a great time.

...

Back in Gotham, Batman just got a very frantic call from Barry.

"Bruce, I just came back from the future!" Shouted Barry through the Comms.

"Explain." Demanded Batman. Barry knew better than to Time Travel without just cause. If he was forced to time travel, it was serious.

"A Villain shows up, an Apocalyptic Level Villain." Barry explains, "He destroys Everything. And I mean Everything. None of us can stop him, he has too many powers to combat. Flight, Invisibility, Intangiblity, Energy Beams, Energy Constructs, Ice Manipulation, Weather Manipulation, Electrokinesis, the list goes on."

"How do we stop him?" Asked Batman. This was dangerous, a Villain with even half of those powers was deadly already.

"It's complicated, but I think he followed me and another Hero back in Time. I think it may be a Closed Time Loop. He is the catalyst for his own creation."

"Is there any way to break the Loop? What is the main driving force to his Creation?" Asks Batman.

"Well, I know his name at least. He goes by Phantom, but his real name is Danny Fenton." Barry explains.

Bruce feels his heart grow cold. He knows both of those names.

Phantom, aka Danny Fenton, aka Daniel Cain.

Cassandra's Brother.

Barry seems to hesitate, before continuing, "...and as far as I know, the catalyst for his creation is the death of Orphan in Amity Park."

[deaddovedecadence]

(Guess which fucker is suffering from his uterus again? ME! Bevcucase I am suffering you get to hear how I think each member of the batfam (sibs only cause im mad at bruce rn for something he did in another story)would deal with you aggressively swearing at the Universe)

*Transmasc Reader on their period headcanons*

Dick Grayson

“I am going to stab a motherfucker in the throat and sacrifice them to the sun god if means he’ll end my pain”

surprised af, looks at you like you’re crazy

mildy concerned that you’re muttering under your breath swearing vengeance at the universe for giving you a period (apparently the uterus thing is fine but the period thing isn’t?)

Eventually asks what’s wrong and when you tell him that everything hurts, he’s very much going ooh and calling up babs to ask for some help with managing your pain. Once that’s happened he takes you to his room because his mattress is heated and wraps himself around you for a nap

Jason Todd

“If one more person tests me I’m telling Damian that they pissed me off”

He’s surprised with the viciousness of your throat and then pissed when he realizes that you have his favorite hoodie

you have to give him all the puppy eyes in the world to convince him that you need it and it smells like him and that makes it safe.

He understands better then a lot of people because his working girls complain to him when they see him.

helps your make even more creative threats because it’s funny to watch the horror on dick’s face when he hears them.

Cassandra Cain

“I’m going to rip out my uterus and feed it to the ground”

Dies laughing to herself at the absolute violence you threaten yourself with too make the pain stop then scolds you for threatening to hurt yourself

you explain to her that you aren’t actually going to hurt yourself and that you’re just in pain and severely dysphoric.

To combat this, Cass calls you brother (well signs it aggressively) while she cuddles with you in Dick’s bed (it’s the best bed okay!)

Tim Drake

“I hate my everyone and everything”

Finds you crying, and swearing at your body in front of the mirror. Immediately goes into damage control mode, bundling you away from the mirror and calling bart, because Bart’’s also trans and ergo he might know how to help with your freak out.

Bart has to stop Tim from freaking out and very patiently explains to him that sometimes bouts of dysphoria happen and there is nothing that anyone can do about them. Tim ends up asking again if you want to start t and when you say no, he just sits with you on the ground while you come back to yourself

Duke Thomas

“Fuck these motherfucking cramps,”

As the only other trans person in the manor (though Duke is agender to your transmasc) you feel a special kind of bond with him. He makes you feel comfortable and safe when your skin is itchy and all you want to do is explode

Laughs at you swearing at your cramps, and offers you some aleve and a heat pad. The two of you watch an anime together and argue about ship wars. It’s great!

Damian Al-Ghul Wayne

“I am going to rip out the universe’s entrails and give them to damian as a gift”*

Thinks that it’s perfectly reasonable to be angry at your body for failing you.

Makes you spar to get all of the anger that lives inside of you out. It’s very funny to watch the two of you. scream in different languages as you attempt to beat dummies into a pulp

He of everyone understands that it’s hard to keep control of anger and keeps you start to notice when your hold on it is fraying

*(the line that inspired everything)

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

I request a Reader who helps Kinger stay sane for a few moments before he goes back to being insane. Basically Reader would be Kinger's anchor in the circus's reality

I see "anchor" and I raise you: a Reader who's also a chess piece like him--except they're a small Pawn (since pawns are the first line of defense)

......

"Kinger? Why don't you come on out of there?"

"H-Huh...?" Nervously peeking out from behind the safety of his pillow fort, Kinger gazed up at your extended hand. Already he was feeling stressed out, wondering what your intentions were. "Why? Is Caine calling us? Did Pomni talk about an exit again?? Is somebody abstracting???"

He took a deep breath, before staring at you intensely, eyeballs trembling. "Are YOU abstracting???"

"No, no, no, and..definitely no." You calmly answered him. "I was just thinking we could get some fresh air outside."

"..l-like out into the grounds?"

"Perhaps by the digital lake. It's quiet and away from all of this...mess. I think it'll be good for both of us."

".....are you sure?"

"I'm sure. I'll keep you safe, Your Majesty."

"Y-Your Majesty?" Kinger repeated, blinking a few times. "Oh my, haven't heard that one in a long time.....but yes, we can certainly go [y/n]. It would be good for us to get out."

You smiled, noticing how there was a lot less edge to his voice now, a sign he had regained some lucidity and calmness--two things he has lacked in recent years.

As you helped him out of the fortress, you realized his hands weren't even shaking anymore. And that was a huge sigh of relief.

"Thank you again for shooing away Jax, by the way. T-Today is...definitely not a good day for him to prank me. I wasn't in the mood."

"Of course." You nodded in understanding. "A pawn's gotta protect their king."

There were rare times where Kinger was calm and composed--and those times became even rarer ever since Queener abstracted. You were a small yet loyal protector of the duo, but when you failed to keep his wife from going insane...you made an oath to ensure your king didn't fall down the same path.

Because if he ever abstracted, too, you didn't know what you were going to do with yourself..

You may as well ask Caine to throw you down into the cellar.

Even so, this momentous task didn't come without its challenges: Pomni's unexpected arrival, Kaufmo's abstraction, and the entire Gloink situation genuinely left him feeling stressed out for a while, making him more paranoid over abandoning his "sanctuary".

Fortunately, you were able to snap him out of that mindset, as you two were currently on your way to the Grounds--specifically where the waterpark was.

But you weren't planning on riding the twisty and colorful slides. Not today, at least.

Rather, you sought out a quiet place to sit and gaze up at the cloudy sky, not caring whether it was day or night out (although you're glad it's currently the daytime, as you'd rather not hear the Moon gush about her crush on Caine).

Eventually, you found a spot and sat together in the grass. "This is nice." You hummed.

"It sure is." Nodding, Kinger allowed himself to relax, gloved fingers gently stroking the thin strands of green that surrounded him. "You know..it's funny how you chose this particular spot."

"How so, my king?" You looked to him, curious.

"..I remember she..and I...well....she took me to this exact same place when I needed to get away from everybody." He recounted. "I know we were on opposite sides of the board, but..we never let that stop us from being together, of course." A soft chuckle left him, and he sighed longingly. "It did feel like it was us against the world, [y/n].."

"Mhm." You nodded, remaining quiet and admiring the low-poly count seagulls that flew by.

"She believed our fates were "intertwined"..and as cheesy as it sounded, I wanted to believe that. Perhaps we did meet outside of this world...and have simply fallen in love a the second time."

"That may be possible. It's like you're both..destined to be together no matter what or where you are."

"...maybe that's why she abstracted."

"..what?" Looking to Kinger, you noticed he was now grabbing onto fistfuls of grass, and you began to realize something was wrong.

"I have not told you the whole story, but Queener was....desperate to know of our connection outside of this place. Her and I wanted to know what we lost....were we ever married? Engaged? Neither of us could recall, and...i-it kept us up all night." His voice began to waver with growing anxiety.

"Kinger-"

"She wanted to remember so badly and began looking for exits, e-even though I warned her that Caine wouldn't like that. She didn't care. She was a tough cookie, never liked being told what to do. But god...I should have done more to stop her."

"Kin-"

"Now she's in that dark cellar with Kaufmo, cold and alone...oh no.." He put his hands to his head. "She'll never see such beautiful sights such as this again! Only darkness and-!"

"Kinger!" You firmly spoke up, stopping his ramblings as he stared back at you with bloodshot eyes. "Listen, nothing she did was your fault. I know it's easy to blame yourself, but-"

All of the sudden, he screamed in fear, which caused you to flinch away. But then he blinked a few times, recognizing your face.

"O-Oh goodness..it's you, [y/n].." Putting a hand to his chest, he exhaled a shaky breath, before abruptly standing up. "I'm sorry, I've said too much. I...I-I don't think I want to be here anymore.." He anxiously brushed the dirt particles off his robe.

You stood as well, realizing that his brief moment of lucidity had passed. Although short-lived, you were grateful for the time it did allow you to spend together, enabling him to reminisce.

Yet deep down you felt a little guilty for bringing him to the digital lake. It wasn't your intention to remind him of what him and Queener could no longer share.

But perhaps...you shouldn't take him out here anymore. For his sanity's sake.

"That's okay, my lord. We'll...head back to the tent and you can rest up."

Kinger nodded in agreement with your suggestion, allowing you to lead him back into the tent, returning him to the safety of his fortress.

While he huddled away inside like a bear going into hibernation, blocking the entrance with a pillow, you stood on-guard with a foam sword.

At some point, Jax passed by, asking you if Kinger was still mad at him for earlier. But you just sent him a cold glare and threatened to cut his ear off if he dared step any closer.

The rabbit just rolled his eyes, knowing you couldn't actually harm anyone with that weapon even if you tried, although he left you alone.

'Hmph, good riddance.'

If he was smart, he'd know better than to disturb your king.

It's your sworn duty to protect him, after all.

[sadjestergirll]

“EMOTIONAL WHIRLWIND” - CAINE X POMNI FAN-FICTION !

Ft. Some old showtime plushie photos I took

(guys also, I’d like to add, I’m not extremely talented at writing so you may not think this is all that good, I struggle with describing things so please bear with me LMAO.. 🤒)

. . .

She had done it this time, she had finally cracked at him, told him how all he was doing was harming everyone, how he was failing at his main purpose, to entertain, to keep everyone happy and safe.

She couldn’t keep it in her anymore, she lost it at him in heat of the moment after today’s adventure, he had fully crossed the line this time and took things way too far, the adventure ended in everyone injured and emotionally scarred from what had happened, everyone nearly at the brink of abstraction due to how disturbing this specific adventure was.

Pomni couldn’t control herself, she was angry at Caine. Well, angry was an understatement, she was furious with him and she lost her temper completely, screaming harmful words at him without even realising, she didn’t care in the moment, she hoped that her words would sting him, like a stab to the heart, maybe that would knock some sense into him, maybe that would stop him from torturing everyone, maybe for once he would do his job correctly, fulfil his purpose.

After the incident everyone went off to their rooms to reflect on themselves, everyone needed some alone time after that adventure, nobody had heard a word from Caine since, pomni could only recall leaving the main part of the circus making her way to her room whilst looking behind her, seeing Caine just floating there in silence after the words she had spat out at him, she didn’t care however, maybe it did him some good, she thought. she was too hurt to even bother with him at the moment so she left him there alone, like the rest of the circus members did.

After a short while of being up in her room, laying on her bed, pomni jumped up in fear as she could hear commotion going on outside her room, but not just any commotion, it sounded worser than that, almost like there was a storm brewing outside of her room, she knew she had to check it out so she pushed her legs over the edge of the bed, letting her feet land on the ground, as she stood up she cautiously made her way over to her bedroom door, resting her hand on the door and turning the doorknob, carefully opening the door to see what was going on, on the other side.

“AH-!”

A quick scream left pomni’s mouth before she slammed the door shut and fell right onto the bedroom floor, landing on her back, her body beginning to shake in fear a little as she had never seen anything like it before, she couldn’t even picture in her head what she had just saw, as she sat herself up again, she began realising that she needed Caine, she needed Caine to fix this, everything was a mess and she needed him, she had to brave it and attempt to leave her room.

She got up on her two feet once again and headed for the door, opening it carefully once again, her eyes widening in fear of what she was seeing in front of her very own eyes, the whole circus was nowhere to be seen, all you could see were the doors to everyone else’s rooms, but everything else was hallow, objects flying and hitting everywhere, if you looked around carefully you could see objects from specific adventures pomni and the circus members had been on before, it was almost as if pomni was in the middle of a tornado, everything was flying everywhere, pomni had to watch her step so she didn’t get injured.

She looked down, there didn’t seem to be a floor, everything around her looked like a black void, the rooms of the circus members looked as if they were floating on air, pomni was scared to leave her room, unsure where it would take her but she knew she had to brave it in order to save the other circus members by finding Caine and getting him to fix it. she then took her first step out of her room, one of her eyebrows raising as there was almost an invisible-like floor below her, she could feel some sort of surface with her feet, once she felt that she was relieved knowing she wouldn’t fall into any dark void anytime soon.

After that she took herself fully out of her room, closing the door and making her way down what was once the hallway to all the bedrooms, as she kept walking, keeping her hands to herself, she would look around at all the objects flying around everywhere, as she walked she could see the gloinks from the first time she had arrived at the circus, they were flying around, hitting invisible walls, every now and again pomni would have to duck or dodge for her own safety as majority of the objects were massive and she was so close to getting badly injured, luckily for her she was a quick mover, so she found this relatively easy.

“Caaaaine?.. hellooooo?”

She called out, extending her voice, trying to find out where Caine was, just like the first time she had entered this circus, her voice echoed, surprisingly loud as she kept walking through this mess, glancing around at all the objects that were flying and zooming around all over the place, some objects glitching, as pomni was distracted a massive multi-coloured pink lollipop flew right at her, she screamed in surprise and ducked, letting the lollipop pass her, the lollipop seemed to be the same lollipop’s that were at the canyon candy kingdom, pomni’s second ever adventure here at this circus.

As she tried to manage her stress she began to move again, she just kept walking, no idea where she was walking, everything around her was just a black void, yet somehow she was still walking on a surface, she turned her head and looked behind her, noticing that the doors of the circus members bedrooms were getting further and further away from her, floating in the air, or so it looked like, pomni only hoped that everyone was safe and still in their rooms, this was extremely dangerous for everyone, Caine really doesn’t listen, does he? She thought.

Speaking of Caine, he was still nowhere to be seen, which was odd, surely he would be trying to fix this by now, I mean it looked as if his whole world was falling apart, pomni was amazed that he wasn’t in plain sight, trying to fix things like he always does, as that thought crossed her mind, she began to wonder if Caine really was all that bad, I mean he DID always try to fix his mistakes and he DID always try his best to make the adventures slightly more to everyone’s liking, yet somehow his adventures were still traumatising.

Pomni felt a pit in her tummy as she thought these things, guilt rushing over her as she began to feel some sort of sympathy for Caine, she didn’t want to feel bad for him, she didn’t want to feel anything at all for him, she was so sure that he just didn’t care, I mean why else would he keep making these terrible adventures? If he cared so much about everyone, surely everyone would feel safe and comfortable around him, but they don’t. Pomni tried to ignore her sense of guilt for Caine as she kept walking, however, just as she was about to open her mouth and call for him, she could hear muffled crying in the distance.

Pomni couldn’t make out where the crying was coming from so she began to pick up her pace, running into the middle of nowhere, unsure where her feet would take her but she tried to run into the direction where the crying was coming from, dodging flying objects or anything that flew her way whilst she was running over the invisible-like floor, she slowly began to run out of breath. But that’s when she saw someone in the distance, a familiar face, it was Caine, hunched over, it was him. He was the one who was crying, pomni felt her heart sink.

“Caine? Is that.. you?”

She uttered out a stupid question, fully aware that it was him, however he didn’t reply to her, he just continued to quietly cry, leaving the circus around them in a complete mess, he didn’t seem to care, all he seemed to be focused on was crying, pomni looked over at him with some sympathy now, stepping closer to him, she was getting closer and closer to being right behind him until he finally spoke up.

“Please stay away from me, I don’t want to harm you anymore. It’d be for the best if you didn’t come any further.”

He explained in a pain filled voice, his voice cracking as he tried to speak, pomni had never seen this side to him before, even more so now, this was the most emotional she had ever seen him and she was amazed, as she heard his words her heart sank a little more, she had a feeling this may have been about all the things she said to him earlier, he really needed to hear it, but even pomni could admit that she took her words a little too far.

“Caine..”

Pomni was at a loss for words, all she could mumble was caine’s name as he sat there hunched over, continuing to cry whilst the circus stayed in a complete mess, objects flying around everywhere, almost hitting pomni whilst she was standing behind Caine, trying to figure out how to solve this situation in the best way possible, but it was hard, she had never seen someone who feels this deeply before.. and she was even more shocked that all of this was coming from an AI.

“Are.. are you doing all of this?..”

Pomni stammered on her words, still amazed by everything that was going on around her, she couldn’t take her eyes off of all the flying objects around her, feeling a sense of nostalgia from certain objects as they appeared to be objects from old adventures, she wasn’t surprised however when Caine wasn’t answering her again, he just sat there in despair, crying quietly, his emotions causing the surroundings around the two of them to intensify more, she found it beautiful in a way, terrifying but beautiful, beautiful that he could express his emotions in such a way, beautiful that he could feel so deeply.

She then shook her head, trying to focus on Caine who was in front of her, pushing any feelings she was feeling towards him aside for a brief moment as she needed time fix this, she needed to focus if she wanted everything to stop around her, but mostly, she wanted him to stop crying, it was reassuring to her that he wasn’t just coding, but she also felt this deep sense of sadness seeing him so hurt like this.

“I’m nothing but a useless piece of technology, I can’t even do what I am programmed to do.”

Caine said with a cracked voice, venting out his feelings as if he couldn’t control it, he was starting to glitch a little himself from the strong emotions he was feeling and everything going on around the circus, he must’ve been in a really bad mental state after what pomni had said to him for his emotions to cause all of this, she was still in shock from how different everything looked. A carousel then zoomed into pomni’s direction, she yelped and dodged it as quick as she could, nearly tripping over on her back as it flew right past her, in front of her and Caine before it flew back up into the black void. Pomni then adverted her gaze back to Caine, who was still curled up crying, she looked at him with fear and worry in her eyes.

“Caine, I didn’t mean-“

Just before pomni could finish her sentence another object flew her way, she ducked as it flew over her head, letting out a shaky breath as she stood back up normally, gazing over at Caine, a strong sense of guilt filling her when she realised that she had caused all of this, her words from earlier caused all of this to happen, she only wanted to knock some sense into him, she didn’t mean for all of this to happen, she didn’t mean to have this much of an impact on him.

“I didn’t mean any of that! I was just upset! I was trying to get you to understand!”

Pomni yelled out desperately at Caine, trying to get him to realise that she really didn’t mean what she had said earlier today, it was just heat of the moment, even she could admit that she was a little too harsh on him. He went silent again for a little while, the only thing you could hear was his muffled crying and the crashing of objects flying everywhere, the intensity of his emotions began to heighten the intensity of the objects flying everywhere, it began to get more and more dangerous as the seconds passed by.

“How could you possibly say you didn’t mean it? I know it’s the truth, all I ever do is harm people.. I wasn’t made to be a ringmaster at all.”

Caine continued to speak in that low tone, his voice filled with hurt, his voice becoming slightly distorted from how intense his emotions were hitting him, pomni’s eyes widened at his words, the pangs of guilt getting worse as she began feeling a deep pit in her tummy, she wasn’t sure how she was going to stop this, she had no idea what to do, it sounded almost as if he had been feeling like this long before she came along.

“Hey, Hey, don’t think like that..”

Was all pomni could blurt out, she then paused again, stuck on what to say or how to comfort him, usually Caine was the energetic, funny guy, you’d never expect him to feel this deeply about things, pomni didn’t even know that he could feel at all, given that he’s an AI, she stared over at him anxiously as her words were doing nothing for him, he just continued to breakdown in front of her, the objects continuing to spin and fly around whilst they were both near each other. As pomni was deep in thought, her words began to form and she began to realise what she needed to say to him.

“I think you’re one of the most advanced pieces of technology I’ve ever seen.. you just.. need a bit of guidance, that’s all.”

She said in a soft tone, trying to take a more gentle approach towards him, and as those words left her mouth, everything around them stopped, she gazed up at the black void around the both of them, watching how all the floating objects froze completely still after she said those couple of words to him, the fear inside pomni slowly fading as she no longer had to worry about any objects hitting her or unexpectedly coming towards her, as she looked back over at Caine she noticed him turn his head, his crying seemed to stop, you could only hear light sniffles coming from him now, he seemed to calm down.

“You really think so?..”

He said under his breath, almost in an endearing way which caused pomni to smile warmly at him.

“Yes! I know so.”

She said confidently, trying to reassure him, everything came to a stop now after she said those words, he went silent once again, pomni could see he was still deep in thought but she felt like it was okay to approach him now so she took a few quiet steps up beside him and sat herself down on the invisible-like floor below her, scooting up right beside him, gazing at him with affection in her eyes.

“I don’t want to be like this, Pomni, I try my best, I really do, but no matter what I do you all seem to be unsatisfied with me.”

Caine said softly, opening up to pomni about how he was feeling, she somewhat felt closer to him now knowing that this was how he was really feeling, she had really believed he was just an AI, nothing more, she let out a small sigh at his words, frowning at him and gazing up at him with sympathetic eyes as he stared off into the distance, unable to make full eye contact with her as he was too busy drowning in his own guilt of what had happened earlier today, pomni could see in his eyes that he really felt awful for the hurt and upset he had caused the other circus members, especially her.

“Well, you don’t have to be.. it’s not possible to be this way forever, there’s always room for change, you know?..”

Pomni beamed a gentle smile at him, trying to comfort him, as he heard her words he turned his head and looked down at her for a brief moment, making pomni’s heart skip a beat for some reason, he then looked away and turned his body away from hers, making pomni’s smile fade again, he really was quite difficult to get around.

“I would like that, but it’s too late, pomni, I’ve already done more bad than good, I don’t deserve to be the ringmaster of this circus.”

He mumbled under his breath, pomni’s words really weren’t doing a lot for him in this moment, and it didn’t really come to a surprise to pomni, she understood why he was feeling so guilty, but she didn’t believe Caine was a bad person, she quite liked him at times, he was nice company when he was more relaxed instead of invading everyone’s privacy or harming them in adventures. Sometimes they would have conversations where the both of them laughed together, but pomni also had very mixed feelings for Caine, as one minute he would be nice company, then the next minute he would be putting her and everyone in danger.

“Caine, I don’t think you’re a bad person, sometimes I enjoy spending time with you, and sometimes you do get things right.. I just think you need a little guidance.”

Pomni explained, trying to get him to realise that he could change, and that it wasn’t too late, she put on another soft smile, waiting for him to react, but all he did was keep to himself, looking away from her, he didn’t move an inch, he just stared at the ground in despair, he looked like he had a deep hate for himself, he looked almost scared too, scared that if he continued being the ringmaster he’d just end up hurting people and getting it wrong again, the more pomni looked at him the more she could tell just how guilty he was feeling, he had completely shut off, not saying a word to her.

Even though he didn’t believe he was good enough, pomni believed he was good enough, she did have a little disliking to him after consistently harming people from his adventures, but she knew deep down that he could change, and that he could fix things if he tried, even she could admit to herself that Caine was a pretty good ringmaster at times, he was entertaining, the only issue was that he was way too over the top and doesn’t exactly understand boundaries.

“The adventures.. they don’t prevent the abstractions, they make everyone more closer to abstraction if anything.. they’re too extreme and too.. violent, it leaves everyone in a lot of emotional turmoil once the adventure is over.”

Pomni didn’t give up, she kept trying to explain to him what was wrong, what the issues were, she desperately wanted him to understand, she cracked one last smile at him as she said her few last things to him, but she began to realise that her words were making him feel worse due to his body language, there was still no comment, not a single word left him. As she saw him there, gazing down at the invisible-like floor with pure sadness in his eyes, she began to feel that pit grow in her stomach again, there was something about seeing Caine sad that also made her feel sad too.

But not in the usual way, like when the other circus members would feel sad, she felt sad to some extent, but seeing Caine like this almost hurt her on a deeper level, he was usually so lively and bubbly, and in a way, he always lit up the room with his energy, and she liked that about him, he had some great traits, and she did grow to like him at least a little bit, even if he wasn’t the greatest person to be around at times.

As they were sat there, the circus still in a mess and nowhere to be seen, pomni clenched her fists as she thought about what she wanted to say to Caine next, she couldn’t believe what she was about to say, but she knew deep down she meant it, and she knew he needed to hear something like this in a situation like this.

“I think you make a good ringmaster, and.. I’d like to look at the circus again, you know, in all it’s colourful glory…”

She laughed sheepishly and gazed up at all the floating objects that were spread out around the black void surrounding the two of them, whilst she was taking in all the objects around her, caine’s eyes widened at her words, he was surprised to hear her say that she’d like to see his circus again, his body language changed now and he sat up more, he stopped hugging himself and turned his head to look at pomni, his eyes glistening in excitement as he thought about her words. For some reason, he cared about pomni’s opinion more than anyone in that circus, this meant a lot to him.

“You like my circus?”

He said with hope in his voice, pomni’s eyes widened at his words as she realised what she had just said to him, she laughed nervously and scratched the back of her jester hat, glancing up at him quickly before gazing back down at the invisible-like floor, staring down at the black void that was below them.

“I uh.. well, let’s not get too ahead of ourselves, I would still really like to go home, and I miss home, but…”

Pomni cut off her words for a moment, thinking about what she was about to say whilst Caine looked at her, his eyes glistening with hope, however she was still yet to notice the way he was looking at her, she was too focused on what she was saying, hoping she wasn’t making a fool out of herself or something.

“If that circus has to be my home, then maybe I wouldn’t mind after all…”

She uttered under her breath, moving her hand to her chest and smiling slightly, thinking about the circus and all the memories she had made so far, because yes, there was lots and lots and LOTS of bad memories, but there was also quite a few good ones too, good memories that she would like to cherish for a long time, if not forever.

“Thank you, pomni, you have no idea how much this means to me.”

Caine said, his voice full of appreciation, he took his hat off of his mouth-like head and held it in his hands, looking at her with a deep longing in his eyes, after hearing her words he also couldn’t help but feel a small blush float just under his eyes, he felt something new, perhaps he would have to check for a bug in his coding later. Pomni turned her head to look up at him now once she heard him say his thank you, her eyes widened as she saw him stare at her, his eyes glistening with hope, which for some reason made her cheeks heat up.

“Uhhh.. Yeah, don’t.. worry about it, it’s really no biggie…”

She laughed nervously, quickly looking away from him again as she felt her cheeks heating up a deeper shade of red, her heart racing as she couldn’t believe she just said all that to him, however, she didn’t feel embarrassed because of what she said, she realised that she was embarrassed because of the way he was looking at her, the way he looked at her with pure longing in his eyes made her feel something, something that she didn’t really want to think about or consider.

The two of them were sat beside one another in silence again, the silence somewhat awkward, well for pomni mainly, she let herself calm down first before she turned her head and gazed up at Caine once more, and to her surprise she found herself reaching her hand out for Caine to hold, opening her mouth to say something to him.

“So.. how about we fix this, then?”

She cracked an awkward smile at him, and to her surprise he gazed down at her hand and he actually took it, placing his hand in hers, but before she had time to think or even express how she felt, everything went black for a brief second before suddenly everything went back to normal, the circus was back, everything was back to just the way it should be, colourful and bright, she gazed down and noticed her and Caine were floating above the main stage, she was a little puzzled on how she was now in the main area of the circus and not in the corridors to the bedrooms, but before she got to react more, a few of the circus members ran out in front of them, looking somewhat distressed, they must’ve seen what was going on just a few moments ago.

“Caine, thank god you fixated the issue! I was starting to think I’d never be able to find my insect collection again..”

Kinger cheered before going back to his usual self and dissociating, pomni noticed zooble standing next to him however, their eyes seemingly scanning her and Caine.

“Yeah, that’s cool and all but.. Pomni.. why on Earth are you holding caine’s hand?..”

Zooble raised an eyebrow, their voice stern and confused as they gazed at pomni holding caine’s hand, once pomni heard zooble’s words she instantly yanked her hand away from caine’s, her eyes wide and her cheeks going red once again from pure embarrassment.

“UHHH.. OH GOD! CAINE! I’m so sorry, I didn’t realise!”

She blurted out, looking at Caine with wide eyes, her cheeks a bright red whilst Caine turned to her, his teeth curving into what seemed like a smile as he let her float back down onto the surface.

“It’s quite alright, my dear! I don’t mind whatsoever!”

Caine spoke out in his usual, happy voice before floating away from pomni and instead heading towards the other circus members who were right in front of him, zooble was still looking over at pomni in confusion before they adverted their gaze back up to Caine.

“Now, my superstars, I believe we have a few things we need to change!”

Pomni heard Caine speak out cheerfully in the distance, an affectionate smile formed on her face now as she heard his words, he really was willing to change for everyone, she felt her heart skip a beat a little, realising he really did care for the circus and everyone living in it, it made her appreciate him just a little bit more.

He really was a good ringmaster, she thought to herself.

. . .

HERE ARE A COUPLE OF OLD SHOWTIME PLUSHIE PHOTOS I ALSO TOOK, I TOOK THESE A FEW MONTHS BACK AND THOUGHT THEY’D GO WELL WITH THIS POST.

Anyways guys, I hope you liked the fic, I’m not great at writing, like I said, but hopefully you guys were able to enjoy it 🙏🙏

[tsuvvy]

Safety in her lullaby

Request: Reader have a nightmare about their past as a child weapon and wake up screaming. Cass hears them and rushes to their room. Cass hugs them and comforts them, telling them that they're safe and loved. She stays with them until they fall asleep again, humming a lullaby.?

Thank you sooo much for the request! Sorry, I ran into some technical difficulties, so i couldn't respond to your request directly, I'm still somewhat new to writing on here, but I hope you like it!

Pairing: Cassandra Cain x reader

Warning: Mentions of child weapon, mentions of killing, mentions of ptsd

Growing up, all you knew was killing. All you knew was the abusive and torturous training.

You grew up as a weapon used for killing.

And even after being rescued from that life, you had symptoms of PTSD. Some things would trigger memories and give you panic attacks.

You tossed and turned in bed, tears running down your unconscious face. Mutters of "stop" and "no" and more leaving your lips.

"Come on, y/n." He yelled at you. "You can do better than that!" He pushed you to the floor. You stared up at him in fear, scrambling away from him as he walked closer with the blade in his hand.

Your own blade had been knocked away moments prior. "I.. I'm sorry. Please don't. I'm sorry!" Tears welled on your eyes, and they fell down your cheeks. You stumbled over panicked words.

"Emotions make you weak, y/n!" He yelled.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry!" You yelled back.

"You know what this means." He sighed, moving his hand without the blade to rub the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

Your eyes widened, and your heart fell to your stomach at the realization of what he meant. You couldn't go back to that dark, quiet room. "Wait.. Wait, please. Don't put me into here.." Your voice had grown quieter.

"More solitary," he looked down ag you with nothing but disappointment and probably disgust on his face. He leaned down, grabbing your forearm with such a tight force that it would bruise.

"No!" You cried, trying to pull away. "I'm sorry! Let me try again. I won't fail!" Tears were cascading down your face as you tried to pull against his drags. But it wasn't any use. He was stronger than you. You were just a little kid, and he was a grown man teaching you to kill for his own gain.

He opened the door. It was like he didn't even notice how you struggled because it was like you were a little bug he could smash in a moments notice. Just a little rat he didn't need to waste anymore attention on.

He threw you into the room. You collided with the floor, your gaze immediately going to him in the doorway. "Please, I'll do better!" You screamed, "Please don't close the door!"

"Oh," a chuckle came from his mouth as he spoke, a condescending smirk on his face, "You'll do better. You'll do much better."

You watched his hand go toward the door. You scrambled to your feet. "Wait!" Just as you got to him, he slammed the door in your face. You heard the lock of the door when your fist banged against the door.

"Please, please!" You screamed, banging on the door. "I'm sorry! Please just let me out! I'm sorry, I'm-"

"Sorry!" You screamed, sitting up in bed. You looked around frantically. Your forehead and hands were sweaty. Your blanket was halfway off of the bed. You were breathing heavily. Your heart rate was only increasing, hammering against your rib cage. There were tears on your cheeks, more only welling in your eyes.

You jumped when you heard your door's handle turn. You looked towards the door with wide eyes, fear grabbing hold of you and sitting in your limbs. Your eyes were wide.

"Y/n?" A soft, quiet voice intruded into your room. It only elevated your feelings of fear and panic. You saw a black head of short hair peek into your room. It was Cassandra. She looked over at you.

"Cass..." You whined, your bottom lip trembling as you stared at her. Your tears started falling.

"Hey, hey," her voice was soft still, her features grew worried and concerned as she came into the room, closing the door behind her and making her way to your bed. She sat at the edge of it next to you. "What's wrong?" She asked softly.

You lurched forward, throwing your arms around her neck. She was a bit surprised when you collided into her. She hugged you gently yet tightly, her arms around your middle.

"Please don't let me go back to that room!" You cried into her neck.

"Shhh, it's okay," she shushed your cries, rubbing your back with a gentle hand, "I'm here, it's okay." Cassandra wasn't a stranger to her own nightmares, having grown up almost the same way you did.

"I don't want to go back!" You whined.

"You won't. You won't ever go back. I'll keep you safe," she kept rubbing your back. "You're safe here." She told you.

You pulled away your hug, positioning you to lay down in bed. She grabbed the blanket you'd thrown sometime within your restless sleep and draped it over you.

"Don't leave!" You whined, grabbing her hand.

"I won't," she grabbed your hand, "I'm not going anywhere." She sat in your bed, letting you lean against her as she leaned against the headboard.

You were a stranger to comfort. You had never experienced it before. Cassandra was so kind and comforting. She knew what you were going through; she understood your pain. And she seemed to know exactly how to give you what you'd never been given before.

"You are safe, y/n," she hugged you. "You are safe, and you are loved." She wiped your tears. "Go to sleep," she kissed your forehead, "I won't be going anywhere."

It took a little while, but before you knew it, she was humming a soft tune. She carded her fingers through your hair, calming you down even more.

You felt your eyes grow heavy once more. "Thank you.." You whispered. You knew she'd heard it despite how quiet you were. She kept humming her calming tune.

You drifted off to sleep again. But, unlike how it'd gone before. You were able to get a restful sleep. And Cassandra kept her word. She didn't go anywhere. She stayed right by your side while you slept and kept you safe while carding her fingers through your hair and humming a lullaby.

A lullaby you grew to love in no time. You found safety in her lullaby.

[ch3rrybbie]

Lost.

Part 4 of need

Summary: you lose him.

Warnings: violence, blood, reader pulls a Bella once she loses Edward lol.

Ch3rrybbie says: lol sorry for the angst not sorry heheheheh. Yall can blame the first half of Ethel cains new album for the vibes laid down.

———

You wake in his arms.

Relinquishing a soft sigh you turn to take him in.

He sleeps like the sun.

Peaceful yet an undeniable power and strength beneath that fearsome facade. He’d overcome so much and taken it in his strike. He was radiant.

But you weren’t burnt you were warm like butter, melting in his open palm.

You let your hand roam free tracing the dips and juts of his face. It’s been a week of this.

A week of pure inhibited bliss yet you caught yourself allowing deapseated fear gurgle up in sickening swathes.

Nothing good ever lasted here.

A jutting pain sparks at you finger tips as he playfully catches your fingers in his mouth. And as soon as you realised he was awake he spun onto of you smothering you in light nips and kisses. You couldn’t help but squeal in delight. When it got too much, your hands playfully pushing his face from you he stops.

He stares looking deeply at you.

“I’m so glad I ended up in this hellhole with you” he murmurs his hand tucking your hair behind your ear in blissful reverence.

“I’m glad I’m gonna leave this hellhole with you asshole” you giggle growing uncomfortable at his intense stare.

No one had ever looked at you the way he could. He sees you finally but before he did it was like he was trying to peel you back with his eyes.

Now you simply told him.

The thought pushes you to leap.

“Move in with me” you fumble our heart clenching at the silence that follows.

His face blistered into irradiating joy.

“Thought you’d never ask, I mean at least take me on a proper date and don’t just try get into my-”

You cut his smart mouth off with a bruising kiss. Hoping it could convey for happiness at his acceptance.

Your lungs ached to say I love you.

———

Getting dressed to face the days chores you turn to watch him tug on a simple t shirt and hoodie, he catches your eye and smirks.

“See something you like darling?” Walking over he tugs you by your belt loops and pulls you flush to him smiling down smug.

You push him away with a murmuring of asshole and turn to grab your coat, you couldn’t keep Donna waiting.

“Okay so I’m gonna be up at Colony, but I’ll be back for dinner and a little welcome home surprise”

He perks up eyes snapping away from watching you, “welcome home surprise? I like the sound of that” he attempts to advance on you but you push him away finger pointed at his darkened gaze.

He knew you too well, you’d found a lingerie set at the bottom of your drawers that you’d forgotten about. But that was for you to know and him to find out.

You sprint out the bedroom and swing down the stairs leaping, he could be far too convincing.

He’s not far behind chuckling at your surprise sprint race.

Letting yourself settle by the entryway a heady sense of dread settles over you.

Something was coming.

It cinched your chest as you eventually watched him walk off.

———

Your day was uneventful at colony house until you saw it was too risky to make it back home.

Fuck you’d let him down.

You won’t be there to greet him.

To welcome him home.

You’ve abandoned him, you can only hope he made it back.

You’d apologise tommorow.

———

Thirty minutes into dark and with one town member dead and their killer being a new addition it was safe to say you were worried.

If only you were telepathic you’d say don’t be stupid Randall, don’t be you, go home ignore it.

You knew him too well.

A solemn silence settles over the house.

It was going to be a long night.

———

You attempted to question Boyd about Randall and failed, opting to ask later if he had seen him.

He’d come crashing in with Jim, Tabitha and an old man.

Panicked, flustered and bewildered you’d opted to let them rest after whatever they’d witnessed.

Leaning against a wall you take in the scene before you.

The newbie was freaking out ranting to some townies.

Ellis was clutching Fatima.

A prayer was being left for the dead colony house woman, you odd t even know her name.

You made a mental note to ask later.

And Donna has marched over to talk with Boyd, he guides her upstairs. Not before a sheepish look towards you.

Minutes later a scream rings throughout the house.

Everyone tenses in anticipation of the incoming horror.

You sigh.

Boyd comes barrelling down the stairs and grabs Ellis to follow him outside.

Donna isnt fair behind and command people to move.

“Take her upstairs” Donna commands and you turn to obey, only to be grabbed by someone in a weak attempt to take you upstairs.

You sway in stance as you see his limp body dragged and dumped on the couch.

Randall.

A great gasp bleeds from your lips snatching everyone’s attention. Your fingers and toes start to tingle and go numb like a candle stuttering and flicking out. Your whole body goes numb and you feel like you’re floating. You are by his side as suddenly as you see him.

This couldn’t be real.

Blood seeps down the couch in a sickening display. Iron and rot permeates the air mingling with the blood from earlier. The town and its beasts were greedy in their bloodlust.

Taking him in you freeze. Half of his face hangs down and a great fleshy gash has been embedded upon his pale throat. He drags in breaths and murmurs in delusion suddenly sparking to life like Frankenstein’s creature himself. You stare like a fool unsure if it was real.

The blood on your hands was real. The screaming was real. Him dying in front of of you was real.

Knuckles pale and taught around any piece of him you could find you just stare in hope that he wouldn’t slip away under your gaze.

He was calming.

You somehow feel nothing and everything you wished his pain to you he writhed and groaned. Perhaps he was once again in the purgatory coma you’d watched over him in. He made it out of that didn’t he? Or perhaps erhaps he had been gone the moment he stepped foot in this town.

Everything was blurred, your ears buzzed and all you could see was him.

Him as they dragged you away. Him as you stared at a blank wall.

His pallid skin. His blood coating your hand like some sick offering. His flesh open and raw. Because you finally had him, this town rescinded that offering.

He had to stay. He couldn’t leave you here.

A door opens in the distance and someone starts a car.

Snapping somewhat out of the foggy haze you jump eyes snatching at the curtains to see pale winter morning shine through. A sight that would typically soothe you. Now it meant finding out if he was still alive.

Tentatively your feet somehow manage to guide you step by step until you are at the bottom of those mocking steps.

Couch empty. His blood coating too much of the house you simply turn and walk.

Ignoring the plethora of voices attempting to seize your mind back to reality.

The choir of pleading fades as you march on.

———

You walk till your feet are like ice and you sit.

Heavy breaths heaving in and out materialising in the icy air you just sit.

He was gone. He had left you.

No.

You had left him to die. You could do nothing but stare at him when he needed you most.

You left him out there.

Was he out looking for you?

Had the idea of you guided him to his certain death.

Had he been tortured by images of you laying amongst the grass glassy eyes staring at the sky waiting for him to rescue you.

He was dead because of you.

So you sit.

You let the snow fill you with cold and fear and despair.

Sobs slip from you as you take in your surroundings the trees once so full of life and meaning now mock you. Here where your flesh first met his. Here where your soul truly first met his.

It was fitting.

You laid down and closed your eyes.

It was fitting penance.

———

Screams of your name make you jump awake and you panic for a second until reality hits you.

You’d been dreaming of him, he’d batted away the cold you felt drawing you into his warmth.

He was alive and he laughed your fear away. It was warm and summer. It was blindingly hot.

The screams grew louder closer and you looked up through the branches. You pretended the buttery yellow and orange were warm like the licking of a great fire coming to encompass you. It’d be dark soon.

You’d be back with him soon you felt it.

You knew it.

“HES ALIVE” a great yell rings out and fills you with hesitance.

Jolting up with a great strike of hope, you scan the area and manage to stumble to your feet. It had to be a trick it sounded so much like-

Donna comes barrelling through the foliage and grips you eyes wild.

She takes you in and tears seep from her furious face.

“You stupid,stupid girl” her hands now clutch you cheeks as her watery eyes angrily look at you.

She begins to hurriedly drag you but you hesitate, she’d say anything to keep you alive to keep you warm.

“You’re lying” you whisper bitterly.

Her head snaps back at you shocked, and she persists tugging you to the treeline and outside the hospital.

“You can not believe me and go back out tommorow if you think I’m a liar but tonight I need you in before dark”

The bell sounds in the distance.

You wouldn’t cause her death aswell so you let her pull you.

She brings you to the gates of your own hell.

The hospital.

Was he really in there?

Was to look back to truly love?

“Honey I need to get back and tell the others you’re okay, go see him” she punctuates with a knowing look.

In a kiss of your forehead head and an “I’ll see you tommorow” she’s gone.

And you’re alone again.

———

The weathered door squeaks under your icy hands and you’ve in the hallway.

A petrified Marielle comes rushing to face you.

“Jesus you scared me!”

You don’t answer.

You can’t answer.

“You wanna see him?”

You almost collapse in relief.

Nodding furiously she guides you into the bay. A graveyard of beds and stories.

Amongst the ghosts of the past there he is.

He lies like the night.

Still and abhorrently quiet.

Marielle leaves you muttering about checking the door.

Taking tentative steps towards him so slow it’s almost painful.

He looks so little, so hurt.

So still he is tucked into the bed. He breathes in and out smoothly as if nothing was wrong.

The bandages encasing his face and throat allude otherwise.

Would he ever wake up? Did it matter if he couldn’t forgive you?

Whatever the outcome you decide you’ll be by his side as long as he wanted.

You hate to think how alone he’s been whilst you were gone for those hours.

The realisation collapses you in a great sob and you kneel by his side in penance.

You would stay beside him and hope it absolves you.

Kneeling and clasping his still hand you begin to softly his rest with your whispered prayers.

I love you please don’t go. I’m sorry for leaving I’ll never do it again. Forgive me. Don’t forgive me. I’ll die without you. Don’t die without me. Wake up wake up wake up. I want you. I need you. I had you. I knew this would happen.

The prayers soften into sleep and you’re under the soft haze of delusion again.

You dream he wakes and forgives you in one great hug. He promises to never leave your side and lies back down. Suddenly you’re peeling off his bandages and unplucking the stitches. You’re hurting him again and watching him as you did at colony house. You stitch him up and kiss his wounds. You cry awake and asleep.

You dream in cold and unforgiving. Ideas of his warmth are gone beneath the fear of him waking up unforgiving.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

snap's uber cringe vampire cherik rambling !!!!!! read at your own risk of charles/erik origins But If They Were Vampires and more !!!!

very simple makeshift vampire age map for the sake of understanding this vague timeline i have (hint: just multiply by ten) this is all subject to change because time is mean and im indecisive

infancy - 0 - 40

childhood - 50 - 120 years

adolescence - 130 - 170 years

emerging adulthood - 180 - 240 years

older adulthood - +250 years

elderly - +700 years

about dhampirs: they're not immortal like vampires, they just have a (much) longer life expectancy than humans (they really are just like 'weaker' vampires in this, only possessing half of their strengths and weaknesses)

'what's our time period' EXCELLENT question brother.

jk i think the main events will be set victorian-edwardian period (1850's-1910's) but charles and erik are at least a couple centuries old- probably born amidst the late 1500's (1580's-90's more specifically), maybe meet during the 1800's

charles' profile

charles heralds from a wealthy vampire family whos had their influence in england for centuries (maybe established roots during the 5th century), the general public none the wiser to their vampirism. at most there's rumors, but the family's charismatic enough to keep the murmurs at bay

brian is like. a little less evil to charles in this timeline. most of their time together being brian teaching charles how to run the family's business and whatever else vampires do to balance the life of a vampire and a human. at most, brian emotionally neglects charles as he stays vigilant in ensuring the xavier family can prosper for centuries. sharon xavier would be the one to instill all that is good and human in charles despite her own vampirism (most likely turned by brian before they had charles)

brian xavier is murdered by human kurt marko once the latter figures out his vampirism right before europe's widespread vampire hysteria (so maybe late 1600's)- not for any heroic purposes but so he can steal the xavier family's wealth of course.

he holds the xavier's vampiric origins over them until his eventual death (maybe early 1700's).

considering the idea charles' accidentally summons a pack of wolves to the house during a heated moment and they tear him apart- maybe kurt tries to protect cain and charles idk. charles wouldn't realize he caused this until much later while learning about his vampirism, BUT im still chewing on this so don't take this as 100% canon to this au.....

kurt never discloses the true nature of the xaviers to cain while he's alive, but as the boys grow older cain figures it out for himself and decides to dedicate his life to hunting down charles- how much of it is to rid the world of one less vampire or to vent the unhappiness he experienced growing up in the xavier household onto his brother is unclear

while kurt was alive, he experiments on charles in an attempt to understand his vampirism in an attempt to achieve eternal life without the drawbacks of vampirism. but i mean how good can your science be: evidently he fails vjELKJALKJ

as an adult, charles is curious about his own vampirism as he attempts to live amongst humans and perhaps help them (maybe not give them eternal life but at least how to extend life). he doesn't seek to 'cure' himself, only figure out how his biology works to live comfortably and safely: after all, there must be a reason as to why he was born this way, he reasons

he pursues a life of medicine to do this and along the way meets moira mctaggart (around late 1700's/early-1800's), a scientist working closely with the occult and isolated from general society. after some time, he reveals he's a vampire to her and they effectively become partners to further understand vampirism (but not romantic partners)

most of their work concerns why vampires 'need blood' and how to find a suitable substitute ('surely it's not blood itself that satiates vampires but a property within it?'), but they also look to find out why vampires can be weak in the sunlight and why they appear immortal (aka: they're purely scientific in their approach to the vampire phenomena instead of thinking it's magical, charles reasoning that vampires are just humans with a type of evolved biology. time will tell if he's right or wrong in this approach, and brother he has plenty of time)

erik's/max's profile

compared to the house of xavier, the house of eisenhardt- while not as wealthy- still maintained some sort of reputation in east prussia. however, the news of their vampirism easier leaks amidst the mid-1700's heightened paranoia of vampires (probably a domino affect of the rumor of Renowned Xaiver Family being one of vampires expanding after kurt's death), and he finds himself to be the only survivor amidst the violence against his family

fleeing further east and with the benefit of his youthful visage despite his real years, max has no problem using his intelligence and experience to find work to support himself and manages life alone until he eventually meets magda (maybe around the same time charles meets moira, 1790's). with her being human, it isn't long until she and max introduce little dhampir anya into the world

he tells magda of his vampiric origins (after all, if they were going to have a baby it'd prob be best to let her know the baby's gonna be part vampire right..), but whether it's disbelief or not fully grasping the implications of such, magda accepts and loves him. max vows never to feed off his wife, mostly feeding off hunted animals to satisfy himself

for a while, max was content to live in relative solitude with his family: he wouldn't bother the humans, and in turn they shouldn't bother him. but soon enough (talking Ten Years Later soon enough), the true nature of max and his family is uncovered in the quaint town they lived in, and history threatens to repeat itself as a growing mob attempts to torch their home. they can't succeed before max makes a bloody example of the mob- a display that frightens magda and has her flee with anya in her arms. that would be the last time max sees his wife and child. he effectively repurposes the site of where he lost his family as a quaint memorial to them and the grounds remain relatively untouched bar his annual visits (the common people more often rumoring it to be cursed as a result)

max would change his name to 'erik lehnsherr' as a way to bury his past and move on with his new, less-human-sympathetic life. uttering his real name weakens his power if not strips them away for some time entirely, so he's greatly secretive to who he tells it to (spoilers: he never tells anyone). he spends most of his time alone in his castle, going out at night to feed off late-night wanderers in nearby cities

as for wanda and pietro, debating on exactly what to do with them and if they're blood related to erik or not. considering having pietro be a dhampir that maintained his superspeed while wanda's still just a witch. not sure what to do about lorna either. at the very least, if they do live with erik, he's greatly protective and overbearing about them (a possible blend of keeping them close to use their might against humans, and not wanting to lose any more of his family)

The Part People Are Here For charles and erik interacting

How Do They Meet wow great questions today !!!

around 1810's, probably during one of erik's Feeding Nights he bumps into charles and attempts to make dinner of him, charles at this point passing far too easily as a regular human. the ensuing encounter/fight eventually leads to charles having to reveal himself also to be a vampire (probably as a result of having to resort to using telepathy to keep erik at bay and thereafter explaining himself)

despite the rocky start, neither can hide the fact they're ecstatic about meeting another vampire and become fast friends. Yknow. After overlooking the Sorry I Tried To Eat You part

so now charles spends his mornings with moira and his humanly duties and at night he sometimes spends time at erik's abode and with his children (if i decide they live with him of course).

moira can't ignore the way charles lights up when talking about erik (and how could she: even if he was candid with her about his experiences, it was an entirely different feeling talking to another vampire who already understood- and perhaps understood better). as such, she doesn't let charles forget erik could potentially be a danger- something charles can't forget if he wanted to (see again: them meeting the first time. still, he chooses to believe in the better parts of erik)

of course charles tries to dissuade erik from seeing humans as purely food or menaces and encourages him to work alongside himself to find more 'ethical' ways to be a vampire, but of course erik is resistant to the idea and at times admonishes charles for his thinking.

Everyone's Favorite Part: The Divorce

for a while- maybe five years- erik isn't aware of moira's existence. but on a night charles neglects to visit him he spots the pair walking to moira's home. following them, he's quick to discover moira's lab and realizes charles has been cooperating with a human this whole time (how much had he told her about erik? how much of their weaknesses did he expose to her? why wouldn't he tell erik about moira sooner if she wouldn't be an issue?)

enraged, erik doesn't wait for an explanation as he barges into the small shack and barks accusations of betrayal at charles. it only gets worse when moira is puzzled that charles didn't tell erik about her when he was more than happy to tell her about erik, only reaffirming erik's suspicions charles was attempting to doom vampires as a whole

what happens next im still up in the air about, but it'll be how charles loses the use of his legs in this universe

scenario a is while erik and charles brawl in moira's shack, she hurls holy water onto erik and disfigures his face. while he's down, she attempts to throw more holy water on him to at least give her and charles more time to escape only for charles to shield him at the final moment. while he's mostly unharmed, his legs get burnt as he pushes erik out of the way and finds he isn't able to regenerate the damaged limbs

scenario b is moira still gets erik with the holy water, however charles drags them out of the shack and tries to break for the nearest town. unfortunately, during their escape erik finds one of moira's silver-tipped crossbows (or something to that affect: still deciding if he should have control over magnetism in this but Details Details) and shoots charles in the spine ultimate style. going off the myth silver is Not Good for all 'unholy' and dead creatures of course, charles' nervous system isn't properly able to regenerate for Above Mentioned Reasons (his body's so 'dead' the antibacterial properties of silver eat away at him). the cruel irony of it all really (or silvery... heh.. metal...)

as a result of being burned by the holy water, erik would wear his helmet more often- at least until he feeds off enough humans to regenerate the damaged tissue (note: only human blood can restore holy-artifact-induced wounds, which means charles won't regain the use of his legs because of his refusal to consume human blood)

either way, once she and charles escape erik and relocate, moira stays with him for some time- at least long enough for charles to get used to his new way of life without his legs and figure out what they should do next, maybe two-three years. eventually, charles and moira agree it might be safer to work apart from each other and effectively split. probably leads to charles moving to america to keep an eye on vampires on the other side of the globe while moira keeps an eye on europe

after the encounter with moira and charles, erik becomes more active and now seeks out other vampires (or humans to turn into vampires), fully intending on converting the world to become a vampire's (and hell why not monsters in general) paradise

Things to iron out

the difference between animal and human blood

Whats the benefit to drinking human blood: is it tastier? More nutritious? Evidently its restorative properties are more potent for vampires than animal blood

Maybe more animal blood is needed to supplement human blood (i.e. one human may need the blood of- say- five pigs or something yk what i mean)

Maybe its possible for a vampire to live off animals only, it’d just be more difficult and they might not be as physically strong as vampires who feed off humans

Would they eventually cave into craving human blood? Is it a conscious effort to Not feed off humans? Curious….

Perhaps moira tests the effects of human vs animal blood on charles, offering blood from her arm both directly from her and extracted first to then drink. He cant argue its wrong if she’s offering for science no…. Its For Science Charles its ok…

Another thing i want to solidify is time period: on one hand i wanna do this modern-ish period but im also thinkin bout the 14th century…. Shrug i still have a lot of finer details In General ill work out with myself. For now it’ll prob remain around 1700’s-1900’s

A final minor thing i wanna work on is erik’s ‘real’ name and his name situation in general, mostly how magda knew him. Maybe changes his name to ‘erik lehnsherr’ after the eisenhardt incident, and goes by ‘magnus’ after magda, her knowing him as ‘erik’ while charles mostly knows him as ‘magnus’. ‘Count magnus’…. Hm…. Dunno if i wanna reintroduce ‘magneto’ into this or not …… ill figure it out at some point …

Perhaps other vampires and dhampirs saying his real name doesn’t negatively affect him and it’s strictly only if humans/non-vampires say it

[sm-baby]

Bubble?? Is Bubble stronger than Kinger??

Think of Bubble as a fail-safe! also the reason why Caine has his admin abilities-- more of a tool! He programmed a very amazing friend <333

[gogobluedynamite]

A beautiful Kinger song.

A king who rules his castle (Yet he has no control) His kingdom's come unraveled (Already failed his goal)

These are the first two lines in the song...

These two lines had me thinking about what those first few years in the Circus like for Kinger.

I do think that Kinger had Queenie with him when he first arrived in TADC, thus making Queenie the second to arrive (just realized that this would make another biblical reference with the Adam and Eve story). Thus, they were the first to make sense of their new environment and would help the new arrivals and assisting Caine with any and all requests the new arrivals had.

I can see Caine turning this into a fun gimmick of sorts. He meets the very first two players of TADC and notices that they look like the king and queen chess pieces, thus naming them Kinger and Queenie. The king and queen of this little kingdom.

Of course, Kinger and Queenie know that this is purely symbolic. Their 'kingdom' is just a group of people trying to exist in this new reality and the couple are their de facto leaders with Caine being their (lack of a better term) guardian. They would ease the arrivals to this reality and even give them new names if they don't know what to pick.

Of the two, Kinger took his metaphorical position a little too seriously. I don't mean he starts thinking he's a king, but more that he needs to be a perfect leader for everyone. Not everyone in the group respected him, seeing him as under qualified with his more meekish demeanor.

This made Kinger try even harder.

A king who rules his castle (Yet he has no control)

Kinger did his damnest to help everyone (either by trying to find a way to escape or trying to give some encouragement)

In the end, he couldn't stop people from Abstracting. He couldn't save anyone from their despair. He made too many promises he couldn't keep.

His kingdom's come unraveled (Already failed his goal)

Kinger starts to lose himself with each person's Abstraction. He unknowingly ignores his wife and her reassuring words, no matter how many times she tries to cheer him up.

Seeing her husband despair would cause Queenie to spiral too before eventually Abstracting.

Kinger: In this world, the worst thing you can do is make someone feel not wanted or loved.

She was all he had left in this cursed existence. She had been his pillar, his shining light. He wanted to do the same for her. In his efforts to keep Queenie safe...Kinger lost her.

Baron Mildenhall: It's ironic, isn't it? In my attempts to protect her, I ended up becoming the monster myself.

Kinger's 'kingdom' (his mind and world) has fallen. He's no longer fit to 'rule', so Caine took it upon himself.

It's strange. It was through Queenie's Abstraction that Kinger lost his sanity but won back his will to live.

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Whelp. Time to Wallow in Angst!

[lopsicle]

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Masterpost

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Intro Post: https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/737265950613815296/intro-post

Tickle Fics:

Disclaimer: Some of these were written when I was 13/14 so please brace yourself for some shitty writing down below, I promise some of it is alright.

Wednesday:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/764793362465374208/dont-leave)

Lee! Enid with Ler! Wednesday.

Summary: Enid is acting extra clingy to Wednesday after Summer Break. Wednesday gives her the attention she craves.

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/770861667102916608/a-summers-worth-of-tickles)

Lee! Enid with Ler! Wednesday.

Summary: Wednesday notices that Enid is acting different to normal and gets to the bottom of her suspicious behaviour, only to use it against her.

•https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/704465805969096704/what-about-enid-with-things-assistance-tickles

Lee! Wednesday, with Ler! Enid and Thing.

Summary: Enid and Thing team up to give Wednesday some much needed tickles.

•https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/705189347592388608/tangled-up)

Lee! Enid, with Ler! Wednesday.

Summary: Enid gets tangled in some Christmas decorations she’s putting up. Wednesday decides to mess with her while she’s bound.

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/729929283194208256/sweater-stuck)

Lee! Enid with Ler! Wednesday.

Summary: Enid becomes stuck in her sweater when she tries to take it off, with her arms over her head. Wednesday takes the opportunity to tickle her.

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/730833083628208128/thanks-for-the-compliance-not)

Lee! Enid with Ler! Wednesday.

Summary: A little out of character Drabble of Wednesday giving Enid some soft, adoring tickles.

The Amazing Digital Circus:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/763405324891881472/caines-extravagant-obscure-and-explore)

Summary: Caine forces the circus go-ers into a game of Hide and Seek Obscure and Explore, though the hiders face ticklish consequences once found out.

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/738253045613412352/its-not-like-i-dont-like-it)

Summary: After being forced to be with Ragatha for an adventure, Jax discovers a new way of tormenting her.

Scream:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/737901266924109824/the-best-kind-of-arguments)

Lee! Y/N, Ler! Tara.

Summary: After an argument, Tara uses your favourite method of cheering you up.

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/733076009679814656/get-off-the-couch)

Switch! Tara, Switch! Sam.

Summary: In an attempt to get her sister to move, Tara tickles Sam and quickly learns the consequences.

The Owl House:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/713518258949636096/thunderstorms)

Lee! Collector, with Ler! Eda.

Summary: After being spooked by both nightmares and thunder, the Collector runs out to Eda, who gives him a nice distraction.

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/730276545212661760/healing-tickles)

Lee! Emira, with Ler! Viney.

Summary: Emira doesn’t listen to Viney about how to safely ride Puddles. When Viney tries to heal her, she leans that her girlfriend is a lot more sensitive than expected.

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/730651342056603648/flyer-derby)

Lee! Hunter, with Ler! Emerald Entrails.

Summary: Hunter decides to play against the rest of his team in a game of Flyer Derby, with ticklish consequences if he’s caught.

•https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/772141798453903360/the-only-time-i-ever-see-him

Lee! Hunter, with Ler! Willow.

Summary: Hunter wonders around the Noceda house in the night, plagued by hallucinations. Willow finds him and offers a way to cheer him up.

She-Ra and The Princesses Of Power:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/765756049708941312/everyone-wears-a-costume)

Lee! Double Trouble, Ler! Glimmer

Summary: With all other interrogation methods failing, Glimmer decides to use something different on Double Trouble.

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/765678350355333120/fright-zone-log-day-15)

Lee! Catra, Ler! Entrapta.

Summary: Entrapta wishes to run a test on the ticklishness of different species in Etheria. Catra is her first subject.

Little Witch Academia:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/763109246954094592/tickle-moods)

Lee! Diana, with Ler! Amanda.

Summary: Diana tries to get Amanda to go to close when she’s in a ler mood. Amanda proceeds to wreck her.

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/765899554129330176/tickle-moods-v20)

Lee! Amanda, Ler! Diana.

Summary: Diana hears that Amanda is in one of her moods again and goes to sort her out, only to discover it is a much different mood to the last time.

Hellverse:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/763519147211702273/a-jester-and-a-succubus)

Lee! Fizz with Ler! Verosika.

Summary: A prank gone wrong leaves Verosika’s outfit soaked. She takes revenge on the perpetrator.

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/763868732458172416/well-take-care-of-you)

Lee! Vox with Ler! Val and Ler! Vel.

Summary: After Vox gets injured from fighting with Zestial, Velvette and Valentino take care of him, with some shenanigans.

Spider-Verse:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/764502860899696640/annoying-machines)

Lee! Margo with Ler! Lyla and Ler! Go-Home Machine.

Summary: Lyla employs Margo to deal with an error with the Go-Home-Machine. Margo tests it on herself with expectedly poor results.

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/730549805792755712/british-people-are-liars)

Lee! Hobie with Ler! Gwen.

Summary: Gwen tickles Hobie to get him to admit to lying.

Puella Magi Madoka Magica:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/763605362425397248/how-to-make-purple)

Lee! Kyoko and Ler! Sayaka.

Summary: Sayaka is very much ready to go to bed but Kyoko is being stubborn about it. Luckily Sayaka has a way to go about convincing her.

Adventure Time/Fionna & Cake:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/765135868053815296/tickletober-day-12-mischief)

Lee! Simon with Ler! Winter King.

Summary: Simon’s down in the dumps in the Winter Kingdom but his new friend thinks up a way to cheer him up.

Scott Pilgrim Takes Off:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/764262534462242816/my-cool-gay-roommate)

Lee! Wallace with Ler! Scott.

Summary: While Scott attempts to wake up Wallace, he discovers some interesting information about his roommate.

Murder Drones:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/763305664827342848/intimate-procedures)

Lee! Lizzy with Ler! Doll.

Summary: Lizzy gets Doll’s help with polishing her body, but she proves to be a little sensitive for it.

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/763202322587336704/the-weakness-of-being-known)

Lee! Saiki with Lers! Toristuka, Aiura and Akechi.

Summary: Toristuka tries to uncover the weaknesses of the Psykids. Akechi accidentally lets Saiki’s loose.

Gravity Falls:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/730182338053636096/when-stars-meet-in-the-northwest)

Lee! Pacifica, Ler Mabel!

Summary: Mabel discovers that her girlfriend is ticklish and the rest goes as expected.

Steven Universe:

(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/763709476491689984/new-sensations)

Switch! Perdiot with Switch! Lapis.

Summary: Perdiot and Lapis discover tickling and decide to test out the sensation on each other.

OC Tickles:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/766255424173408256/brothers-am-i-right)

Lee! Osmo, Ler! Cosmo.

Summary: While Osmo looks for her brother, her brother finds her first. Cosmo then proceeds to mess with her.

[gnomie-nyx]

So, there's this theory that Jax is an AI, mostly based on his fourth wall-breaking jokes and inexplicable access to room keys. I think that's more to do with his personality of “asshole bugs bunny” than him being a rogue computer program. However, what if all the player characters are AI?

To be clear, I'm not saying that circus residents are lying or that all their memories are fake. There would have been real humans that sat down to log into The Amazing Digital Circus, and Pomni even mentions wearing a headset in the first episode. But unlike current VR gaming, this game can simulate touch and possibly taste. Therefore, it is safe to assume that this game is also using some sort of brain scanning technology, which is typically for the “VR horror” sub-genre. This scan would make it so the player character can physically/emotionally react in real time to the game/other players without the delay of button inputs, thus improving the gameplay’s immersion. I’d imagine that this scan would initially occur when the player starts a new game and begins to design their avatar. Their memories and personality are just data points that this future tech can access and dismiss every time a player loads and saves their game. But what if something goes wrong before the player can save their game?

Here's my main theory: all the characters trapped in Caine’s digital circus are AI copies of real people left unattended by their players. Let's say that the game autosaves when a player spends significant time in character creation but there’s a rare chance that the game crashes before they can finalize their avatar. The aborted avatar’s data could still be saved to the cloud, but inaccessible to the human player as the game didn't technically start yet. This unpaired avatar then heys shoved into some background program with a beta verison of Caine, who gets increasingly frustrated that the “players” won’t log off when they stop having fun. Pomni and the rest are trapped simply because they don't have a physical body that can hit the escape button, let alone a headset to remove. The rarity of this scenario means that unattended avatars only generate sporadically, which is why the circus only has a handful of members instead of being flooded with the game's player base.

This would explain why none of circus residents knew their name; because choosing a name is usually the last step in character creation, and these copies were shunted to the cloud before their avatars were finalized. Not only that, but Caine has trouble differentiating the pcs from the npcs, as they all look like code to him. Now, that could just be a sign of the game master's wear and tear, but let’s not forget that Pomni had the exact same reaction that Gummigoo had when they launched back into the game in episode two, implying that they are on the same level of “realness.” With that said, abstraction may happen the instant a circus resident realizes that their a copy or just a result of their code becoming too muddled to function. I doubt that abstraction is connected to the death of their physical body, because if that was the case Kinger should have abstracted long before Pomni joined the circus. It won't take long for a human to die of thirst, and I don't think medical personnel would care to keep a patient's game system connected on their way to the hospital.

Speaking of which, this theory also explains the lack of response from the outside world. There are no signs of any investigation of some killer video game sending people into vegetative states, because in reality the human players were able to log off with only minor inconvenience. These people carried on with their lives, and maybe even started another game file successfully, unaware that their likeness is being tormented by a demented game master. No one has pulled the plug on Caine’s server because no humans have been harmed, and this glitch might be so infrequent that the programmers failed to notice anything amiss.

Now, what would this mean for the show going forward? Well, we're due for Gummigoo to validate Pomni’s existence like she did for him in episode 2. His appearance in episode 4 confirms that he's a recurring character, so it won't be a stretch for him to slowly regain awareness on his own and maybe figure some things out behind the scenes. If the truth doesn’t break Pomni, then maybe her next step to freedom is to find a way to contact the outside world. Maybe she'll ask the technicians to move them to a different program or just to shut down the server permanently, depending on how dark the story wants to go. There must be some type of internet access if players keep popping in randomly, so maybe if she screams loud enough into the void someone will hear her pleas. That, or the circus keep running unbeknownst to the outside world, its residents stuck in limbo for as long as C&A is still in business.

[whatifimthestrange1]

My thoughts on the leaks

While I'm not super happy that some of the show got leaked early, I won't say I wasn't digging around for information about it.

From what I've gathered, only episode 2 & 4 have been leaked. 2 has been leaked in almost its entirety, non-colored but line art almost fully complete. 4 has about four clips leaked, only line art again but the clips don't all fit together nicely.

The person who did the leaks is a hacker, as far as I can tell. He got the leaks from a production team that is working on some of the animation and has bad website security. From what he has revealed, I do not believe he has episode 6 or 8. If he does, he's keeping a tight wrap on it for some reason.

2 is honestly such a good episode, I can't wait to see it finished! I'm glad we are getting more Pentious content, and the two new characters in that episode seem very fun.

4 seems like it's going to be a fan favorite, I adore the song clips from it so much. With how little we have of 4, it seems like there will be an overarching plot that isn't as... episodic as the previous season.

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2: The Voice of God is so cute!! I love her! She's so nice and is probably the most mature person in the entire universe of hazbin. I also LOVE Abel!! It makes me wonder if we will get Cain at some point. If we do, I wonder if he'll be in heaven or hell. Speaking of, if Pen went to heaven will Adam be in hell? I'd accept him living just to see Lutes reaction. Also, that ending! Sera made a comfortable decision, but Emily leaving right before that decision went through worries me.

4: Seems like the overarching narrative of the season gets its rising action in this episode. Charlie goes on TV to say her feelings on redemption and the hotel, but it seems like the episode will have her fail, Vox having some hand in it. Vox seems to be the big bad of the season, as revealed in this episode leak. Due to total media control he's trying to stop Charlie's redemption hotel from working by pushing false narratives, one mentioned that she punched Velvette. The B plot is Alastor going to meet Rosie!! She is the one that has him under lock and key, apparently making a deal with him a day before he died. We are unsure what his side of the deal is now, but safe to say that she might have made her request something that isn't achievable. Also, Rosies song! I can't wait for that to be released! The leaks only gave part of the song, so we don't have it in its entirety.

[funfandomtime]

A High Fantasy AU idea because it's been rummaging in my head.

Caine : A mad god who once lorded over the various lands and was eventually sealed away by a group of heroes. Not necessarily evil but definitely so out of touch that he can't realize how much misery his sheer powers and presence brings. Has been looking for a way out of his predicament for some time now.

Kinger : One of the heroes who stood up and helped seal Caine away. Unfortunately, dealing with Caine broke his mind and the kingdom he rules over is struggling now as a result. He's still trying his best however to be a good leader.

Ragatha : A doll-woman initially created to help Kinger after his mental slipping, Ragatha has grown since then and has started learning and understanding defensive and healing magic on the side so she can be a better protector. She still serves as Kinger's second-in-command and helps him lead.

Jax : A local trickster who ended up making a deal with the imprisoned Caine, transforming himself into a demon rabbit with great power. When he's not busying messing with people he's trying to find ways to free Caine. Though he's hardly at all loyal to him and only doing so because Caine threatens him with 'abstraction', a horrifying fate that can fall onto those that make deals with Caine.

Zooble : Once an ordinary person, Zooble's soul was stolen by Jax and placed into a pile of rocks just for the fun of it. Through sheer will-power and time, Zooble managed to form a golem-like body comprised of various rocks. Their sole mission now is to eliminate Jax and that goal eventually leads them to work with the others. Though they aren't always the nicest given their current situation, they still care about the gang and wants to protect them.

Pomni : A traveling but struggling circus performer with no memories. Ends up accidentally thwarting one of Jax's plans to free Caine which lands her as a knight decreed by Kinger. It's slow going but she eventually warms up to the idea. Big twist is learning Caine actually created her so he could see through her eyes and know what's going on and if all else fails use her body as a means to escape his prison.

Gangle : A silent watcher of Pomni, keeping tabs on her and making sure she stays safe. Turns out to have also been created by Caine and was Pomni's prototype in a way. Once she's emotionally strong enough to handle it, Gangle approaches Pomni and explains before joining the crew to help ensure Caine can't be freed.

[atlasthegreatest]

Cracks in the Shell / Cassandra Cain x Killer Croc!Female Reader

Y/n Jones, a woman with a reptilian appearance and severe agoraphobia, becomes Oracle’s apprentice after meeting her online. To help her gain confidence, Oracle introduces her to Cassandra Cain, who accepts her without hesitation. Through late-night walks and quiet moments, the two form a deep connection, and Y/n begins to feel safe and accepted for the first time.

Word count: 4138

A/n: This was requested by an anon. Enjoy it!

The heavy blinds blocked out the sunlight in neat lines, shrouding the small apartment in a hazy dimness. The room felt more like a safe cocoon than a living space—cluttered with books, devices, and scattered gadgets Oracle had sent over. Y/n hadn’t stepped outside in months. Maybe years. It didn’t matter anymore. Y/n’s days bled together in front of a glowing monitor, where the digital world was safer, less judgmental, less cruel. Here, no one saw the scaly ridges that curved across her cheeks or the sharp claws at her fingertips. No one flinched at her size or muttered insults under their breath.

Well, almost no one.

Barbara Gordon—or Oracle—had found Y/n online months ago, and now she spent most of her days as her apprentice, soaking up everything she taught: encryption, systems control, surveillance tricks. She hadn’t just been a mentor. Barbara had become a lifeline. Even on the worst nights, when Y/n’s self-loathing gnawed at her chest, Barbara reminded her that she had value, that she was not broken.

Today, however, Oracle had thrown a wrench in their routine.

“I want you to meet someone,” she’d said through the comm-link.

Y/n’s heart had clenched. “What kind of meeting?”

“She’s… important. Trust me on this one.”

And now, here Y/n’ was—sitting on the couch, hunched forward with clawed hands gripping her knees. The doorbell echoed through the apartment, and Y/n froze, every muscle tensing with an almost primal fear.

Y/n had expected some tech-whiz friend of Oracle’s or a masked vigilante, maybe even a fellow misfit. What she hadn’t expected was Cassandra Cain.

The door opened slowly. Y/n’d left it cracked as if that would make this easier. And there she stood—quiet and small, but somehow more imposing than the walls around her. Cassandra didn’t carry herself like someone trying to make an impression. There was no pretense, no fake smile or judgment in her deep brown eyes.

“Hi,” she said softly.

Y/n stared at her for a long moment, trying to size her up—and failing miserably. She wasn’t dressed like a hero tonight. She wore dark, simple clothes that didn’t draw attention, and her black hair fell loosely over her shoulders. But there was an intensity in the way she moved—so controlled, so careful. Like she noticed everything. Including how Y/n was shrinking back into herself.

“You… want to come in?” Y/n asked, her voice rasping slightly.

Cassandra nodded once, slipping inside and closing the door with the same quiet precision. She took in the room—how small it was, how cluttered—and finally, her gaze landed on Y/n.

Y/n could feel Cassandra studying her. Not in the way most people did—those awful, sneering glances filled with disgust or pity. This was different.

Cassandra stepped closer, slow and deliberate, her eyes tracing the scales along Y/n’s arms, the jagged ones curling around her neck. But there was no fear in her expression. No hesitation.

“You’re beautiful,” she said, voice soft but clear.

Y/n’s heart skipped painfully. A laugh bubbled up, bitter and reflexive. “Yeah, sure,” she muttered, pulling her arms around herself. “That’s the first thing people think when they see me.”

Cassandra didn’t flinch. She only tilted her head, as if weighing Y/n’s words, and then shook it slowly. “They’re wrong.”

It took a moment for those two words to land—They’re wrong. It was the simplest thing in the world, and yet it unraveled something deep inside Y/n.

For the first time in ages, Y/n wasn’t sure how to respond.

“I don’t… leave this place much,” Y/n admitted, glancing toward the windows as if they were barred. “Oracle thought meeting you might help with that.”

Cassandra stepped closer, close enough now that Y/n could see how much smaller she was compared to her. It should have made her seem fragile, but somehow it didn’t. There was strength in her silence.

“Not fast,” Cassandra murmured. “Slow.”

Y/n blinked, confused for a second. “What?”

“We go slow,” she said, her dark eyes locking with Y/n’s. “Not today. But soon.”

The warmth in her words startled Y/n, the quiet reassurance that she wouldn’t be rushed. For the first time in a long while, the idea of leaving didn’t feel so terrifying.

Cassandra sat down beside Y/n on the couch without asking, close enough that her shoulder brushed Y/n’s. Most people didn’t sit this close—not without recoiling from Y/n’s scales. But Cassandra didn’t care. She seemed entirely at ease as if the thought of Y/n’s appearance was irrelevant.

Y/n shifted awkwardly, still not used to this kind of contact. “Why are you okay with… me?”

Cassandra shrugged gently, her eyes soft. “People look different. That’s all.”

It wasn’t a grand declaration or an attempt to make Y/n feel better. It was just a fact to her—a simple truth. And somehow, that made it even more powerful.

A long silence settled between them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. For once, Y/n felt… okay. Like she could breathe without the crushing weight of self-consciousness.

After a while, Cassandra leaned back, her hands resting lightly on her knees. “You like movies?” she asked suddenly, glancing toward the TV.

Y/n blinked at the unexpected question. “Uh… yeah. Why?”

Cassandra gave a small, almost mischievous smile. “Movie night.”

“Movie night?” Y/n echoed, trying to hide the disbelief in her voice.

Cassandra nodded as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “Pick one.”

For a moment, Y/n hesitated. But then she found herself scrolling through the streaming service, surprised at how easy it was to sit next to Cassandra.

As the movie started, Y/n caught a glimpse of Cassandra out of the corner of her eye. She sat quietly, her gaze fixed on the screen, but there was a calmness about her presence—a steady warmth that made Y/n feel, for the first time in years, like maybe she wasn’t alone.

And maybe, just maybe, Y/n wouldn’t always be trapped inside these four walls. Not with someone like Cassandra beside her.

Maybe she could take things slow. One step at a time.

And for the first time in a long while, that didn’t seem so impossible.

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The first few “movie nights” with Cassandra were easy—comfortable, even. She didn’t push, didn’t pry. She just showed up. Every time she came over, she brought that same steady calm with her, and slowly, Y/n began to loosen. The weight on her chest didn’t vanish, but it felt lighter with Cassandra around. And, even stranger, she never seemed to mind the space Y/n lived in—how cluttered it was with wires, broken devices, and sketches of projects Y/n was too nervous to complete.

The way Cassandra acted—like Y/n was someone worth showing up for—started to chip away at the walls she’d built around herself. But the progress was slow, like trying to teach herself how to breathe again.

And Cassandra seemed to understand that without Y/n saying a word.

One evening, two weeks after their first meeting, she arrived with something tucked under her arm—a folded hoodie, dark green and far too large for her.

“This is… for me?” Y/n asked, raising a brow.

Cassandra nodded and handed it over. “For outside.”

Y/n stared at the soft fabric, a knot forming in her throat. It wasn’t just a hoodie—it was a gesture, a lifeline. Something that could wrap her up, make her feel smaller, safer. It would cover Y/n’s scales, at least partially, and maybe, just maybe, make the outside world a little less overwhelming.

Y/n swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper. “You really think I can do this?”

Cassandra’s hand brushed hers briefly—a feather-light touch, careful and deliberate. It sent a jolt through Y/n, not because it startled her, but because it didn’t feel cautious. It felt… reassuring.

“You already are,” she said simply.

Her words hit Y/n like a punch to the chest. No one had ever framed it that way—like simply existing was already an act of bravery.

The first time Cassandra convinced Y/n to leave the apartment, it wasn’t some grand event. There was no pressure. No crowd to navigate. Just a short walk—late at night, when the streets were quiet and the city felt like it belonged only to them.

Y/n had pulled the hoodie over her head, drawing the hood low enough to hide most of her features. The fabric was soft against her scales, the sleeves loose around her wrists. It didn’t erase Y/n’s fear, but it gave her something to hold onto.

Cassandra didn’t say much as they stepped outside together. She just walked beside Y/n, silent but steady, her presence an anchor keeping Y/n from drifting too far into her mind. Every once in a while, she’d glance at Y/n, her eyes crinkling at the corners in that almost smile she reserved just for Y/n.

The cool night air brushed against Y/n’s skin, sharp and unfamiliar after so long inside. Her claws flexed nervously in her sleeves, but she kept walking, her steps slow but sure.

Cassandra didn’t guide Y/n—she let her set the pace, following wherever Y/n led. It wasn’t until Y/n stopped at the edge of a quiet park that she spoke.

“Feel okay?”

Y/n took a deep breath, the air filling her lungs like she hadn’t allowed herself to breathe properly in years. “Not terrible,” she admitted.

That made Cassandra’s lips curve into the faintest smile. “Good.”

The two of them sat down on a bench, side by side, the streetlights casting long shadows over the ground. It was quiet, save for the distant hum of traffic and the rustle of leaves in the wind.

For the first time in what felt like forever, Y/n felt… almost normal. Sitting here, in the open, next to Cassandra—like the world wasn’t something to be afraid of.

“Thank you,” Y/n whispered, her voice thick with emotion she couldn’t quite be named.

Cassandra didn’t respond with words. She just reached over and slipped her hand into Y/n’s—claws and all. Her fingers curled around Y/n’s like it was the easiest thing in the world like it didn’t matter what she looked like or how sharp her edges were.

And in that moment, something inside Y/n cracked open.

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As the weeks passed, Y/n ventured out more and more—always at night, always with Cassandra by her side. Y/n started with small steps: a corner store, an empty street, and a quiet coffee shop. Each time she went out, the crushing weight of fear lifted a little more.

And each time, Cassandra was there.

It wasn’t just her quiet presence that made the difference—it was the way she saw Y/n. She looked at Y/n like she wasn’t something strange or broken. She looked at Y/n like she was enough, exactly as she was.

And, slowly, Y/n began to believe her.

One night, after a walk through the park, they sat together on Y/n’s couch, the glow of the TV flickering in the dim room. The movie played in the background, but Y/n wasn’t paying attention. Not really.

Cassandra’s head rested lightly on Y/n’s shoulder, her small frame warm and solid against her. Y/n could feel the rise and fall of her breath, slow and steady, and the weight of her trust pressed against her heart in a way that made it ache—in a good way.

“Cassandra?” Y/n murmured, breaking the comfortable silence.

She hummed softly in response, not lifting her head from Y/n’a shoulder.

“Why… why do you keep coming back?” Y/n asked, her voice barely audible.

Cassandra shifted slightly, just enough to glance up at Y/n, her dark eyes soft and unwavering.

“Because,” she said quietly, “I like you.”

Y/n’s breath hitched, and for a moment, the world tilted beneath her.

It wasn’t just the words—it was the way she said them. Like it was the simplest truth in the world. Like it didn’t need explaining.

And in that moment, something inside her changed.

Y/n wasn’t just someone hiding away from the world anymore. She was someone worth knowing. Someone worth loving.

And Cassandra Cain—silent, strong, and impossibly kind—had seen that in her from the very beginning.

For the first time in as long as Y/n could remember, she allowed herself to lean into someone else.

And for the first time, Y/n knew that she wasn’t alone.

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The nights with Cassandra became Y/n’s lifeline. It wasn’t just the walks or the movie marathons—it was the quiet moments in between, when her presence wrapped around Y/n like a shield, warding off the gnawing insecurity that had lived inside her for so long. She never forced Y/n to talk about her fears, her agoraphobia, or the way the world had broken her down bit by bit. She just stayed, steady and unyielding, until the parts of herself Y/n had hidden started to surface, little by little.

One night, as they walked together along the riverbank, she stopped suddenly. Y/n glanced over, curious, as she pointed toward the water.

“Look,” Cassandra said, her voice quiet.

Y/n followed her gaze. The moonlight shimmered over the surface of the water, and her reflection stared back—a hulking figure with jagged scales, claws, and ridges. Y/n flinched, heart, stuttering in her chest.

“I hate it,” Y/n whispered before she could stop herself. Her voice cracked, thick with frustration. “I’ve hated it for as long as I can remember.”

Cassandra turned toward her, her dark eyes soft but intent. She didn’t speak right away, giving Y/n space to fill the silence if she wanted.

Y/n shook her head, clenching her fists in her hoodie sleeves. “People look at me like I’m a monster. Even when they don’t say it, I know they’re thinking it. That’s why I stopped going out. Why… it’s so hard to leave.”

Cassandra’s expression didn’t change, but she stepped closer—just a little, her shoulder brushing Y/n’s in that familiar, grounding way. “You’re not a monster,” she said firmly, the certainty in her voice wrapping around Y/n like armor.

Y/n let out a shaky laugh, bitter and uncertain. “You don’t know what it’s like… looking like this.”

For a moment, Cassandra was silent. Then, she reached up, gently guiding Y/n’s hood back, revealing her face to the cool night air. Y/n stiffened, expecting the usual discomfort or pity she saw in others, but when she looked into her eyes, all Y/n found was warmth.

“Not scary,” she said softly, as if it were a simple fact.

The sincerity in her voice cut through Y/n’s defenses like a knife through water. Cassandra never sugarcoated things, never said anything she didn’t mean. And somehow, that made it even harder to dismiss her words.

“See you,” she added, tapping her chest lightly. “Not just this.” She gestured toward Y/n’s scales, her hand brushing her arm briefly, her touch feather-light and deliberate. “You.”

The weight of her words settled deep inside Y/n, stirring something unfamiliar—something dangerously close to hope.

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The first time Cassandra stayed the night, it wasn’t planned. They had been watching a movie—something cheesy and old, with terrible special effects—and somewhere along the way, the two of them had fallen into a comfortable sprawl on the couch. Cassandra curled up against Y/n’s side, her warmth seeping through the fabric of her hoodie, and for once, Y/n didn’t feel the need to shrink away.

When the credits rolled, Y/n glanced down to find her already half-asleep, her breathing slow and even. She looked so peaceful, so at ease, and Y/n didn’t have the heart to wake her.

So Y/n stayed like that, her arm draped carefully around her, feeling the steady rise and fall of her chest. It was strange—how natural it felt to hold her, how right.

For the first time in years, the gnawing voice in Y/n’s head—telling her that she didn’t belong, that she was unworthy of this kind of closeness—was silent.

And in the quiet darkness, with Cassandra nestled against her, Y/n allowed herself to believe—just for a moment—that maybe she deserved this.

Morning came slowly, the soft light filtering through the blinds, and Cassandra stirred beside her. Y/n blinked down at her groggily, her mind still thick with sleep, and found her watching with those deep, dark eyes—calm, patient, and unwavering.

“Morning,” Y/n rasped, your voice rough with sleep.

Cassandra gave her a small, sleepy smile, the corners of her mouth curling just slightly. “Morning.”

Y/n didn’t realize she was holding her breath until Cassandra leaned in, her hand brushing Y/n’s jaw in a careful, deliberate touch. There was no hesitation in her movements—only quiet intent, as if she had made this decision long ago.

And before she could overthink it—before the familiar wave of doubt could swallow Y/n whole—Cassandra kissed her.

It was soft, gentle, and achingly tender, like the first bloom of spring after a long, brutal winter. Her lips pressed against Y/n’s, light as a whisper, but it was enough to make her heart stutter in her chest.

For a moment, Y/n was frozen, her mind struggling to catch up with what was happening. But then, slowly, Y/n melted into the kiss, her hand lifting to rest on Cassandra’s back, anchoring herself to the warmth of her presence.

When Cassandra pulled back, her gaze locked with Y/n’s, and the faintest trace of a smile danced across her lips.

“Okay?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Y/n swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. “Yeah,” Y/n managed, her voice rough but certain. “More than okay.”

Cassandra gave Y/n a small, satisfied nod as if her answer was all she needed.

And in that moment—curled together on Y/n’s couch, the morning light spilling softly into the room—Y/n felt something shift inside her.

The walls she had built around herself, brick by brick, were starting to crumble. Not all at once, but slowly—like a glacier melting under the warmth of the sun.

And for the first time in a very long time, Y/n allowed herself to hope. Not just for more nights like this, but for a life beyond the shadows she had hidden in for so long.

A life where she wasn’t defined by her appearance.

A life where she was enough—just as she was.

And with Cassandra beside her, that life didn’t seem so far away anymore.

Bonus Chapter:

The sun was too bright.

Y/n hadn’t been outside during the day in years. Nighttime was her comfort—its shadows softened her shape, hiding the rough angles and sharp edges. But daylight was unforgiving. It laid everything bare, making it harder to believe that she could blend in, harder to shake the feeling that the world would judge her the moment it saw her.

But today was different. Today, Y/n was doing this—for herself and for Cassandra.

“Ready?” Cassandra’s voice was soft but steady. She stood beside Y/n on the doorstep, her small hand tucked into Y/n’s.

Y/n adjusted the hoodie she was wearing—it was the same one Cassandra’d given her weeks ago, now a comforting part of her armor. With a deep breath, Y/n gave her a nod. “Ready.”

Cassandra squeezed Y/n’s hand, her gaze full of silent encouragement, and the two of them stepped out into the daylight together.

The walk through Gotham was… strange. Y/n kept her head down, her hood drawn low over her face, but every sound—the hum of cars, the chatter of people—felt louder, sharper in the daylight. Y/n’s claws flexed nervously inside her sleeves, and her shoulders tensed under the weight of every passing glance.

But Cassandra stayed close, her hand never leaving Y/n’s. She didn’t rush her, didn’t try to force Y/n to keep pace with the world. Instead, she slowed down with her, matching Y/n’s steps.

As they approached the apartment building where Barbara lived, Y/n’s heart pounded harder. Y/n’d met her online countless times through video calls and chats, but this was different. In person felt so much more real, so much more vulnerable.

“It’ll be okay,” Cassandra murmured as if reading Y/n’s thoughts.

Y/n gave her a tight nod, hoping she was right.

Barbara’s place was in a building that looked both old and sturdy—like it had stood against Gotham’s chaos for years and had no intention of falling. Cassandra led Y/n up a flight of stairs and soon they were standing in front of a door with a small brass number on it.

Cassandra gave Y/n’s hand one last squeeze, then knocked.

The door swung open, and there she was—Barbara Gordon, also known as Oracle. She was perched in her wheelchair, her expression warm and welcoming. Her red hair caught the light, and the way her blue eyes crinkled when she smiled made Y/n feel like maybe, just maybe, everything would be okay.

“Hey! You made it!” Barbara said brightly, her voice filled with genuine excitement.

Y/n shuffled awkwardly, trying to hide deeper in her hood, but Barbara wasn’t having it. She rolled forward and gave Y/n a once-over, her gaze calm but sharp, like she was seeing all of her at once—Y/n’s nervous posture, the way her claws fidgeted in her sleeves, and the heavy weight of the years Y/n had spent in isolation.

“Nice hoodie,” she said with a grin, breaking the tension with practiced ease. “I see Cassandra’s got good taste.”

Y/n let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding, a small laugh slipping past her lips. “Yeah… she does.”

Barbara’s smile widened. “Come on in. Someone else is dying to meet you.”

Y/n blinked, confused until a low, familiar voice rumbled from deeper inside the apartment.

“You must be the one Cassandra’s told us about.”

And then Bruce Wayne stepped into view.

Meeting Batman—the actual, living legend—was something Y/n never expected, let alone in broad daylight. He stood there in casual clothes, his broad frame imposing even without the cape and cowl. His sharp blue eyes studied her with the kind of intensity that made it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

Y/n first instinct was to shrink back—curl into herself, disappear. But then, something surprising happened: Bruce smiled.

It was small, subtle, but it was there—a quiet gesture of reassurance.

“Cassandra doesn’t usually bring people around unless they’re important,” he said simply, as if that explained everything. “It’s good to finally meet you.”

Y/n stared at him, stunned, trying to process the fact that Batman had just casually implied she was important.

Barbara gave a little laugh from her wheelchair, clearly enjoying Y/n’s stunned expression. “Bruce doesn’t say much, but when he does, he means it.”

Y/n felt a warmth spread through her chest—an unfamiliar but welcome sensation. Y/n wasn’t just a project to them. Y/n wasn’t just someone Cassandra had to look after. She mattered to them, in a way that felt real and tangible.

Bruce extended his hand toward Y/n—not out of politeness, but as an invitation. Slowly, tentatively, she reached out and shook it. Y/n’s claws grazed his palm, but he didn’t flinch. He just gave her hand a firm, steady shake, like her appearance didn’t faze him in the slightest.

Barbara grinned. “See? Told you they’d like you.”

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The four of them sat in Barbara’s living room, the conversation easy and light. Y/n expected awkwardness, or at least some tension—after all, she was still getting used to being outside during the day—but instead, it felt natural.

Barbara talked to her like an old friend, asking about your latest tech projects and cracking jokes about Gotham’s quirks. Bruce, though quieter, chimed in now and then with dry humor that caught you off guard. And through it all, Cassandra stayed close, her presence a steady anchor in the swirling sea of newness.

For the first time in years, sitting in that bright, sunlit room, Y/n felt like she belonged.

When it was time to leave, Bruce and Barbara walked them to the door.

“We’re glad you came,” Barbara said warmly, resting her hand lightly on Y/n’s arm. “And whenever you want to come by again—day or night—just say the word.”

Bruce gave Y/n a nod, his expression unreadable but kind. “Take care of each other,” he said quietly, glancing between Y/n and Cassandra.

Cassandra gave a small, almost imperceptible nod in return.

As the door closed behind them, Y/n stepped out into the afternoon sun, feeling lighter than she had in years.

Y/n glanced at Cassandra, the corners of her mouth twitching into a small, hesitant smile. “That wasn’t as bad as I thought it’d be.”

Cassandra gave Y/n one of her rare, full smiles—the kind that made Y/n’s heart skip a beat. “Told you.”

And for the first time, standing in the bright light of day, Y/n believed her.

Because with Cassandra by her side—and now with new friends who saw her for who she was—maybe the world wasn’t such a scary place after all.